I had time to kill and decided to do an early frog last night. I hadn't been east lately so I headed that way knowing that it may not be productive but then I didn't want a lot of frogs to clean when I got back to camp. I was out less than 2 hours and managed to come back by 8:30 with less than 6 pounds of legs. Frogs were few and far between and people were even more scarce. To my surprise, I only saw one other boat and no one at the other camps.
Normally, the east side is loaded with weekenders. As I pasted the "Coop" I worked my way further east and then north. As the water drops or rises, the surroundings that you were familiar with can change dramatically. As the water goes down, the grass seems to grow much taller and as it drops, the grass seems to die off. The grass actually stays the same, it's just that you are sitting higher or lower with the water table. Well, me being confident, I got careless and ventured too far into the cattails and willows and found myself in a very uncomfortable situation.
I was too stupid to turn back and find another route thinking that I would find water at any second.
The cattails were so high that I could no longer see the lights on the Sawgrass expressway. Apparently I had turned north and ran up through the middle of that ridge. Very fortunately for me, I had a very good boat that eventually brought me out to the Wiles Rd trail.
I worked my way around some of the camps and then back home. That first beer sure was good.
