As I was deciding what to begin doing first, my husband called to say that his good friend is in town for the weekend is coming to stay with us. Just then my sister mentioned that her and her husband are going crayfish catching. So, I did what any good homemaker would do with she has a long to do list: I said, "Can we come along?"
She took the kids to her house and I set out on a speedy cleaning spree. I packed up whatever food we had and took some clothes for change as well. We ended up having a blast.
This place is about one hour away from Portland. I had no idea it existed so close to home. When I think of crayfish, I think of Louisiana, not Oregon. However, we were able to catch plenty in a short amount of time we were there.
We had one net
and many rackets and no bait.
Above is our friend. I promised to sent his wife this picture of him without any explanation just him, in the middle of a shallow river with a badminton racket. No doubt she would have thought him to have gone insane! Actually, these rackets proved to work really well. We must have caught a hundred crayfish or so.
We had to cross the river with all of our stuff and hang out on a small rocky area. Kids were fine with it. Baby sat on various things and observed.
And occasionally took pictures
Here is Peter making fire on our rocky island.
Our friends going in with whole bunch of other goodies such as dill, bayleaf, parsley and LOTS of salt.
Nice, bright red color.
Ready for consumption. If you are grossed out, but otherwise love seafood, don't be. These are mini lobsters and they taste delicious.
We had a great time. Our meal was followed by yummy fire baked corn and some more good time.