You get a Line, I'll Get a Pole, Honey

. . . . we'll go down to that crawdad hole . . . .Crawdad Song
Do you remember that camp song?

We went back to the blueberry field to get more blueberries. You can see the blueberry fields off in the distance. You have to cross that bridge over a creek to get there. My boys didn't make it to the berry fields for a while because they spotted much more interesting stuff beneath the bridge = crawdads.

Orange Boy had plans for the crawdad he caught. See how the color of the crawdad changed from the previous picture to this picture? That can mean only one thing. I didn't tell him how to do it. He called his Papa and took care of it himself. He especially enjoyed the fact that his little brothers weren't too interested in having some, so he was able to eat it all by himself.

That's my boy.