This past weekend, my sister Katie, her husband Kurt and there three boy's Jack, Ben, and Sam were back in town from Columbus. Either Katie mentioned to me or I had suggested to her that we take the boys out to the creek to catch crayfish. It was Saturday around noon when we
arrived to the creek but it immediately started to rain, so we decided to go home and try again after dinner.
Now with dinner out of the way, we decided to give it a second go. When we arrived, the sun was out and everyone was anxious to get down to the creek. Katie's oldest son Jack went with me to begin searching the creek for crayfish. I showed him they Iike to hide in rocky areas and you can find them by moving rocks with your feet or hands. When they scurry off, you watch carefully where they go. Sometimes you have to follow them up to ten feet but if you're lucky they'll only go a few inches. Jack is going to be in kindergarten this upcoming school year, so I showed him how to use a small net to catch them. Just about the time we caught our first crayfish, Jack's dad Kurt, caught a smallmouth bass. Jack and I quickly put the crayfish in the cooler we brought, then he ran over to reel in the bass for his dad. We all enjoyed watching Jack have so much fun, especially when he sat down in the creek and shouted back to his mom "hey Mom, I'm soak-n-wet".
Katie and Kurt's second oldest Ben, was also having fun in his own way, which was mainly hanging around his mother and re-catching the crayfish and bass we put in the cooler with the other small net we brought and casting is own fishing pole which only had a bobber on it into the water. Ben is still learning to talk, so when we brought a crayfish to put in the cooler he would point down and say "in" "in". He did eventually wade in the creek but it was only for short periods of time. Ben is already showing signs that he's going to be a fisherman. Sam, their youngest is only a few months old, so he pretty much stayed with his mom, acted like a slug and had not a clue what was going on. In a few years he'll get his chance.
We only stayed for about an hour and a half, which was plenty of time for us to catch a few bass, catch about 15 crayfish, watch three dogs named Brooklyn, Charlie, and Savannah stampede through the water like the Budweiser horses and watch one little boy sit in the water and make his mother nervous about getting some virus she heard kids are getting from ingesting river water. This made me laugh and even laugh harder when she told me she heard it from one of those "entertaining" morning news show.