Is late one July afternoon when my aunt & uncle come drivin' their new '52 two-tone green, two-door Chevrolet with the see through sun visor drivin' up the cinder lane. Dale, a year younger'n me, was comin' to stay fer a week. I was a layin' on the little Jenny's back watchin' the clouds roll by when they arrived. The Jenny were in bliss cause I was diggin' inta'er back with my toes and she did like to be scratched. Purty soon Dale comes walkin' up through the stubble wantin' to know if I was goin' inna house to watch Sea Hunt. He jumped up on Bitsey and we took off like a shot fer the barn. We got worshed up and went inta the house and set down. Grandma come and turned the TV set on (us kids couldn't touch nothing on that marvelous piece of modern technology.) There he was! Our new found hero, Lloyd Bridges! He was a swimmin' with a mask an flippers in with them sharks an ever thing during that whole show! My, but we was impressed and wanted to grow up to be frogmen, too, just like him.
The next mornin' after breakfast, the two of us headed down to Grandpa's pond. He hand dug that rascal back in the 30's. Over the years, that red clay soil filled most of the pond back in to wheres it was only a couple of feet deep. We decided to go wadin' and started talkin' about what that Lloyd Bridges would say or do if he was down here to Grandpa's pond. While we was talkin' I felt something smooth under my foot. I reached down and pulled up a mussel. Now we didn't know it was a mussel, but we'd beena watchin' Sea Hunt and we knowed we had us one of them clams! We were pretty excited and one thing lead to another and by cracky, we had to have us a boat like on Sea Hunt....if we was gonna go into the clam business. We knew we'd make lots of money because we already knew ever thing about frog divin' like them scooba divers and frogmen.
Well....where to git us a boat? They weren't many around them parts of Missouri (that's pronounced Miz-zurah, boys.) so's we decided to make us one. It wasn't gonna take too long. We'd chop us down a hickory tree way South of the house and tie all the logs we got from it together to make us a raft. We's both well acquainted with Huckleberry Finn, you know. We run up to the barn and found us an ol' rusty naval boardin' ax. It had obviously been used afore because it was really rusty. It was even marked with the ship's name. SS Ark. We were pretty excited about all this adventure startin' up and the little Jenny mule had to come see what all the chatter was about. We got up on her and headed down the hill. Theys an old shack down there put up by somebody during the Depression and it was still standin' and that's about where the hickory trees was. Long about dinner time the tree fell over and we proceeded to cut it to 3 foot lengths. Wound up with four of'em and that would make us a nice raft. Time to git'em to the pond. We heaved. We shoved. We rolled them logs up that hill and then across the dam. Whew! Was we tarred. Hoo, boy! Now let's go git the other three. We started back down the hill when we heard Grandma holler fer us to come fer supper. Hey! It was gittin' a little dark by now. Oh well. It's like they say: Time goes fast when yer havin' fun. Yes, indeedy.
After supper and all that night we planned for tomorry. Come sun up we lit out tellin' Grandma we didn't want no breakfast this mornin' and run out the door. When we got to the barn, I threw a old rope halter on Bitsey and Dale scrounged up some lengths of old hemp rope. Down the hill we went. Dern! We was sure smart. This Sea Hunt frog divin' stuff was a piece of cake. We tied the rope on Bitsey and then on to a log and up the hill we went. That rope sure was old cause about ever 50-60 foot or so, it'd break and we'd have to fix it. Bitsey was gitti'n a little miffed at us about then and started doin' her "poor me, poor put upon Bitsey" routine. Dale'd crack'er on the butt with a stick and then she'd take off runnin' and leavin' us behind. Got'em up there onna dam, though.
Now that rotten rope was all used up and they wasn't enough to tie our logs together to make that raft. No problem for us child geniuses, you know. Dale went and stole a pair of war cutters off the old tractor and we proceeded to borry a short length of war from the fence between our livestock lot and the field where old man Jackson kept his bulls for breedin'. Got them logs together all right and we shoved that raft off inta the pond. We started frog divin' right off and found a whole passel of them clams and had a big old pile on that raft. Then Dale hollers "I got a big one and it's movin' on me!" Then it was "Stevie, go git that ax!"..."and hurry!" Guys, I jumped on that mule like I was Johnny Mac Brown at the matinee on Saturday. I spurred'er with my bare feet and took off like a Rocket 88! Thundered down the front of the dam. Down one of the cattle trails and across the marsh on the side of the hill. Finally we pulled up by the old shack and then I realized Dale had took the ax back to the barn. "Heeyah, Bitsey!" The Cisco Kid rides agin and we thunder'd back up the hill. Bitsey was all lathered up as we trotted through the gate. I slid off, grabbed that ax, and got back up in the saddle. "We's off! Heeyah!!" Oh man. Ginrel Custer'd be proud of me today. "Heeyah, gal! C'mon!" We got to the dam and I slid back off watchin' Dale struggle with one of them giant clams. Had to be almost as big as them clams we seen in that Johnny Wisemuller Tarzan film where a giant clam was eatin' some frog diver's leg off. Had a big pearl in it, too. Dale was a thrashin' around and really strugglin' with that monster and was a yellin' "chop that sonovabitch!" Shore glad Grandma weren't around! Said "I cain't you got yer hands on'im!" Well, he struggled and finally got'im throwed up onna raft. Dern! That was sure a big snappin' turtle! And boy, oh boy, was he mad! He opened them jaws and I thought "Oh. Gimmee one of them giant clams any day!" and he took a lunge with that big head at Dale as I swung that old ax. Crap! The ax hit'im in the head alright but it also cut the bob war a holdin' them logs together, too. The raft was fallin' apart. Dale was yellin' at me fer being stupid again. The clams was fallin' back inta the pond. The snapper was a bleedin' and tryin'ta git away. Bitsey waded inta the pond and come stuck'er nose in the pile of clams I was tryin' to save. Dale throwed that turtle on the dam. We lost all them clams and the turtle was a crawlin' off. So much fer frog divin'.
I got out of the pond and really axed that old turtle. Dale was mad and told me to go git anuther piece of bob war so's we could fix our boat, so's I did. Bitsey decided she liked that pond and started rollin' in it, the red clay mud stickin' all over'er, too. Well, I got us another piece of war and we got our raft back together. Good thing, too cause Grandma was hollerin' fer us to come to supper. We trudged back to the house to git worshed back up. We was pretty muddy and pretty tarred by then. Went to bed early.
Next mornin' we was sittin' at the table eatin' our mush when Grandpa come in. "Boys, what in the Sam Hill you do with yer Grandma's mule? She looks like hell. Wasn't in the barn last night at all. I found her down towards the old shack this mornin'" I dunno, Grandpa we chimed. "Boy's where'd that big snappin' turtle come from?" I dunno Grandpa...."Boys, can you tell me how Jackson's bulls got in the pond this mornin? and why is there a raft on that pond?" We knowed the jig was up fer sometime now, so's I stood up and said "Grandpa, it tw'ere like this...." and I spilled my guts. Yep. We worshed Bitsey off and brushed her tail and mane. Our frog divin' ship was pulled outta the pond and throwed over the bank. The bob war was rolled up and throwed into the trash dump. Grandpa had to fix the fence, but we heard'im on the telephone with old man Jackson a tellin' im that his bulls had busted the fence, but he was gittin' it fixed now and not to let it happen again. Grandpa had found the turtle still a hangin' on, so he butchered it and that's what we had fer supper. As fer me and Dale, well, when Sea Hunt come on again, we had decided Old Lloyd could just do all the frog divin' he wanted and we was was busy playin' Lone Ranger. It wasn't so hard of work, just shootin' bad guys with silver bullets. And Bitsey? She figured it was her place in life to be one of them Miz Missouri bathing beauties and so hung out down to the pond for years afterwards.