Monday August 5, 2002

Scenes from the past two days:

Crawdad fishin' brings back memories of Nebraska, walking to school through an alley by an irrigation ditch. Somehow (the details of which I'm forgetting...on purpose probably) we'd find a hunk of meat or bone in someone's trash, hang it from a string into the water, and then after school slowly ease it out and harvest the crawdads.

When my nephew Garrett was here a few years ago we convinced a handful of folks from work to go crawdadding with us. Without hunks of meat or flaps of bacon we relied on stealth, speed, and clumsy luck. We managed to gather a couple dozen along with some nasty pinches. The more Garrett thought about it the less he wanted to eat those crawdads. We let them go a couple hours later.