The best frog legs are not found in a restaurant. During my teen years friends and I would get up around two am and head out to local lakes or creeks to go gigging. We would take the gig, flashlights, a sharp knife, a rifle (for the occasional snake), a mixture of flour, cornmeal (2-1) black pepper, garlic salt and onion salt, hot sauce, crisco and a cast iron skillet.

We would gig a mess of frogs, clean and cook them. We would eat them as the sun rose and then head to school.

Now that's good eating or maybe I'm just longing for that "lost youth"