This weekend we went out looking for crayfish. I haven’t been fishing for crayfish for years, but this weekend I packed a rucksack with some warm clothes and a bucket, summoned the boys and went out. We didn’t know if there were any crayfish left as I haven’t been looking for them for years. I know they declined a lot some years ago because of acid rain from pollution from factories all over Europe. But nonetheless we went on our way to the little creek I used to go to when I was a kid.
We arrived just before it got dark, and put our bait out, the bait was some leftover grilled chicken. The grilled chicken did the trick somewhat, and we managed to catch a few crayfish. I had to catch them in the water as they thought they looked scary, but after a while they wanted to try to hold them.
The boys got more excited when they saw the crayfish crawling on the bottom and they tried to get me into deep water to catch more of them.
We hadn’t plan to stay over for the night so there was no sleeping bag or tent. Which might have been a little mistake as the boys got quite sleepy.
We did not catch so many this time, but the boys had fun and we agreed to go back next weekend with tent and sleeping bag so we can catch more and make dinner for the whole family.