Editor’s note: This is the 88th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy.
Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here.
When I was a kid, my dad usually went frog hunting once or twice every summer. He would go at night, armed only with a flashlight and a frog gig, which was a trident-like lance. He would walk along the creek with the flashlight at the water’s edge. When he spotted a frog he would lance it and deposit it in a net bag.
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