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My family has a deep and meaningful love and appreciation for the outdoors. I love the outdoors. I love Hunting, Fishing and Camping; and I cherish the memories made and the time spent with family and friends while doing these outdoors activities. My daughter's Fiance', my wife, and I have been doing a little fishing lately at some of the old fishing holes that I used to frequent as a kid. Unfortunately, the weather has not been cooperating very much at all. Seems every time we go there has been a thunderstorm. This last time we sat through a down pour that lasted over an hour...there was no delay between the flash of lightening and the boom of the thunder. It was right on top of us. We've had some very strange weather this summer here in Colorado; Drought, Fires and now Floods...it's been Biblical.
While we were headed home from fishing, we noticed that the ditch-rider had shut off the water to the irrigation ditch that runs behind may parents' house...this is where I grew up, the home where we had poultry when I was a young kid.
Cajun Boil was on my mind when we hit the canal the next morning, with 5 gallon buckets and seines. My Dad, the Fiance', my Son, and I spent nearly 2 hours wading the shallow waters of the canal collecting Crayfish. The waters were murky and the catch, by hand, was challenging. We probably saw one tenth of the crayfish that were in the areas that we hunted; we caught about a 3rd of what we saw. When we got them home I needed to flush-out the crayfish for a few hours in fresh clean water. I emptied out the duck's water tub, washed it with bleach and in went the crayfish to wash them out before everyone arrived for dinner. We ran a stream of fresh water through the tub for 4 hours to help flush-out the crayfish. Usually I like to do this for 24 hours, but time did not allow.
The ducks didn't seem to mind that we were using the tub. But the chickens were very curious as to what we were doing with the "Pond".
About an hour before our guests arrived, we sat down and started sorting out the crayfish. We definitely had more than we could eat in one sitting. We went through the catch and sorted out all the largest of the catch. This is about half of the amount that we caught.
While we were sorting, Richard said to me, "What's up with your girls?" I looked over and they were gathered in a circle about 3 feet away...seems that while we were sorting crayfish, they were stealing the crayfish out of the bucket and running away with them. Problem was, after they took them...they didn't really know what to do with them. The two girls pecking the ground are trying to figure out what to do with a few more crayfish that they managed to get out of the bucket while we were otherwise occupied. The two in the foreground, are waiting for us to look away so they snatch another couple of crayfish.....sneaky...sneaky...sneaky.
After the guests started arriving, my daughter took grandma out to show her how she calls the girls, and share stories about the birds.
For dinner we had Sausage & Chicken Jambalaya; Red Beans & Rice, Fresh Corn on the Cob, several bowls of fresh Crayfish and ice cold Watermelon.
It was an evening of good times, great memories, and wonderful people.
While we were headed home from fishing, we noticed that the ditch-rider had shut off the water to the irrigation ditch that runs behind may parents' house...this is where I grew up, the home where we had poultry when I was a young kid.
Cajun Boil was on my mind when we hit the canal the next morning, with 5 gallon buckets and seines. My Dad, the Fiance', my Son, and I spent nearly 2 hours wading the shallow waters of the canal collecting Crayfish. The waters were murky and the catch, by hand, was challenging. We probably saw one tenth of the crayfish that were in the areas that we hunted; we caught about a 3rd of what we saw. When we got them home I needed to flush-out the crayfish for a few hours in fresh clean water. I emptied out the duck's water tub, washed it with bleach and in went the crayfish to wash them out before everyone arrived for dinner. We ran a stream of fresh water through the tub for 4 hours to help flush-out the crayfish. Usually I like to do this for 24 hours, but time did not allow.
The ducks didn't seem to mind that we were using the tub. But the chickens were very curious as to what we were doing with the "Pond".
About an hour before our guests arrived, we sat down and started sorting out the crayfish. We definitely had more than we could eat in one sitting. We went through the catch and sorted out all the largest of the catch. This is about half of the amount that we caught.
While we were sorting, Richard said to me, "What's up with your girls?" I looked over and they were gathered in a circle about 3 feet away...seems that while we were sorting crayfish, they were stealing the crayfish out of the bucket and running away with them. Problem was, after they took them...they didn't really know what to do with them. The two girls pecking the ground are trying to figure out what to do with a few more crayfish that they managed to get out of the bucket while we were otherwise occupied. The two in the foreground, are waiting for us to look away so they snatch another couple of crayfish.....sneaky...sneaky...sneaky.
After the guests started arriving, my daughter took grandma out to show her how she calls the girls, and share stories about the birds.
For dinner we had Sausage & Chicken Jambalaya; Red Beans & Rice, Fresh Corn on the Cob, several bowls of fresh Crayfish and ice cold Watermelon.
It was an evening of good times, great memories, and wonderful people.