As a kid, my parents would take me, my sisters and our friends to a small creek that met the Sandusky River just south of Fremont.
It was only about a ten minute drive from the house I grew up in. We were probably in second or third grade when we first started going. Our main purpose for going was to play in the water and catch crayfish. We spent many hot summer days there. Catching crayfish was the main reason I liked going. At first, I was scared to put my hand in the water near a crayfish but after a few visits, I was no longer scared of any crayfish. One of the first ways I learned to catch crayfish was with a small stick about the size of a number two pencil. The idea was to find a crayfish that doesn't see you or get one that is in the defense position with its claws up and quickly use the stick to apply pressure to the crayfish's back, then use your other hand to pick it up. After you get the hang of it, it's super easy. As I got better, I know longer needed to use a stick to catch the crayfish, but only my hand. The same principal applied, just without the stick. I'd quickly put my hand on the crayfish's back and pick it up. We'd keep some in buckets to look at more closely, usually the bigger ones and when we were ready, we always released them to be caught again or to be eaten by a raccoon.