Crawdad hole… When I was a kid growing up in Oklahoma my cousins and I use to spend countless hours at a pool of water such as in the above photo. We would get a piece of string and some bacon fat from our mothers or from Grandma (Grandmas always have what kids need). Then it was off to the crawdad hole for a day of crawdad fish’n. We would sit by that hole of muddy water just waiting for a tug on the string that signaled a crawdad was try to steal the bacon fat. A quick jerk of the line and you might end up with an unhappy crawdad ready to do battle. Now if you happen to pull out one that had red claws you had to be extra careful, because these were known as red pinchers and they were a fierce lot to deal with. After a day of crawdad fish`n we would have several in the bucket to tote home. Our moms were never very impressed, but Grandma always told us was a fine day’s catch we had, although I can never remember using the crawdads for anything. After a few days in the bucket the crawdads would begin to have a terrible odor and we would be forced to get rid of our prize catch. But before long we were ready to go try our luck again. … What good times we had!
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