Fortunately, the hands-on seminar was first class. However, as the instructors continued, my sons kept one eye on the sky as it slowly darkened. They were itching to get their feet wet. So when the seminar leaders announced that it was time to gig, I could barely hold them back. When we arrived at the pond, most of the participants skirted the shoreline searching for frogs without much success. Then my younger son, Eli, broke from the group and plunged into the muddy waters fixated on a frog. The seminar leader guided him into place by spotlighting the unsuspecting target. Then Eli drove the gig six inches through the frog exactly as he was taught. Evan quickly followed by wading through the waist-deep water to gig his own frog. They were a determined pair for sure.