Boudreaux been fish'n down by de bayou all day long an he done run outta night crawlers. He be bout reddy to leave when he see a snake wit a big frog in his mouf. He knowed dat dem big bass fish, da like dem frogs, so he decide to steal dat froggie.
Dat snake, he be a cotton moufed water moccasin, so Boudreaux had to be real careful or he git bit. He snuk up behine dat snake and grab him roun de haid. Dat ole snake din't lak dat one bit. He squirm and wrap hisself roun Boudreaux's arm try'n to get hisself free. But Boudreaux hada real good grip on his haid.
Well, Boudreaux pried his mouf open and got de frog and put it in his bait can. Now, Boudreaux know dat he cain't let go dat snake or he gonna bite him good . . . . . . so he had a plan. He reach into de back pocket of his bib overhauls and pull out a pint a Tennessee hillbilly moonshine likker. He pour some drops in de snakes mouf. Well, dat snake's eyeballs dey roll back in his haid and his body go limp.
Wit dat, Boudreaux toss dat snake into de bayou, den he go back to fish'n. A while later, Boudreaux dun feel sumpin tappin' on his barefoot toe. He s l o o o o o w l y look down and dere be dat cotton moufed water moccasin . . . . . . . . . . . . wif two more frogs.