I remember long ago far away going after mud bugs in a irrigation channel ’bout 12~16’ wide, 3~4 deep at the CA//NV border....pair of light gloves on to miss the pinch....wade ’n float along, groping the channel sides, touchy-feel for holes and crevice where dey hid....

We amassed 2 gal. buckets of them, boiled. butter and brews...Yum... *G*

The latter ’preciated, since I was underage at the time....and don’t remember much more of the evening, ’cept for the hot to trot thoughts with the older dau of the other family....

...and my parents were Not on this excursion, hosted by my fav unk.... ;)

Nothing happened with her. ’cept very lewd urges...*damn*snap fingers*....

Ah, the lamentations of our youth.

We've all got a memory or two of that. Chock full of testosterone and imagination.

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