Just a few pictures from our annual crawdadding trip to Strawberry Reservoir. This is the first year we camped, and it. was. magical. It poured on us during the drive up and the first 30 minutes we were there (while I scrambled to get our tent set up), and then the sky cleared and the weather couldn't have been more perfect. The kidlets played in the towering grass, tubed behind the pontoon boat and - the highlight - hauled crawdads in by the dozens. Two years ago we brought home over 800 crawdads and decided it was a little excessive. This year, we stopped before half that number and still had more then enough. Admittedly, for me at least, the fun is not in the eating; it is in the catching.
4 comments:
Only Ethan is not involved in the super-hero, double-fisted crawdad salute. What happy boys. Great hunters.
Ummmm first off camping of any sorts is not magical. But that looks like good boy fun. We missed out!
oh come now, ashley. you could evern wear lip gloss! the crawdaddies would love it.
OH MY GOSH, so stinkin' cute! I miss my boys at that age!
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