Look it has a mustache!

These were Calvin’s first words upon seeing the first crawdad we captured. His next words were, “are we gonna eat it?”

Three years ago, our hometeacher Sam, told us some stories about eating squirrel stew and crawdad ala mode. You see, Sam was from Louisiana and grew up hunting squirrel and pretty much anything that could move. Being an adventurous sort of family we decided it would be fun to try both. We didn’t think the squirrel was very tasty, so last night we decided to give the crawdad a try. One thing we learned was that crawdads are more slippery than snot on a glass doorknob.

Our travels took us to Whitaker Creek, which is about halfway between the Oregon Coast and Eugene. After an hour of wading through the creek we were able to capture 3 crawdads, one of which escaped shortly after capture.

Overall our trip was a success, a Southernor might say the experience left us smilin’ like a goat in a briarpatch. By the time we loaded up the family car we were hungry enough to eat the south end of a north bound skunk.