The crawdad fishing was good today, and they were pulling them in left and right with hot dogs on the line.
Grumpie is an old pro at catching crawdads.
For once, my boy had a fishing buddy who didn't get bored after 10 minutes of fishing. When they filled the bottom of the Sweetlix tub with crawdads, they called it a day, and considered it a success.
But then Grumpie took it a step further, and helped my son clean and cook all of the crawdads...something I would never dream of doing! Cooking crawdads requires A LOT of work for a little tiny piece of meat.
However, my son was beaming with pride as he recounted the details of eating the gourmet delicacies dipped in butter and garlic salt. I think it makes little boys feel like men when they bring home a meal that was harvested by the sweat of their own brow.
What a perfect day!