In those early years, Reed and Smith fished together in the spring, hunted together in the fall, and chased frogs together in the summer, snagging big males with poles and treble hooks during the day. Then in 2008, New York changed its harvest regs for reptiles and amphibians, and made targeting frogs at night legal. After-hours frog hunts sounded like fun, so Reed bought a little three-tined frog gig at Walmart. It didn't take them long to smash and mangle that toy spear down to a single tine. "Piece of junk," Reed recalls. They tossed it and tried taking frogs by hand in Reed's old Grumman canoe. Smith, who's pencil-thin, paddled Reed, who's a self-described "short, fat, and bald guy," around from the stern. Reed would dangle off the bow, jacklighting frogs in his headlamp. That first night, after the first few grabs, Reed looked back at Smith and said, "This is gonna work!" Later that weekend, because they'd had so much fun hunting frogs at night, they decided to give their canoe a name, painting in white letters on each side, Frogzilla.