Sans pants.

Yesterday Joe got this brilliant idea to go crayfishing. (very redneck of us, right?) Anyways.. he had been fishing down in Spring Valley the other day, and saw lots and lots of crayfish and wanted to bring me to catch them. I was pretty excited, I've never gone crayfishing before.. therefore I didn't know what the job entailed. WELL let me tell you.. I'm not sure if I'll go again, lol. For starters, I'm scared of water. Not all out terrified or anything.. but I won't swim in water where I can't see the bottom. After the 2 nights of rain we got, this water was very, very murky. Plus it was a good foot higher than it was the day before when they went fishing. So here we are trudging along in water up to my waist (which was quite cold by the way) and I can't see the bottom at all, which is totally freaking me out. Plus you can't see the crayfish if the water isn't clear!! So after about 20 minutes walking upstream we turned back and called it day. Seeing as how we were soaking wet from the waist down, we stripped down to our skivvies and rode the whole way home with the windows down and sun shining :) I will always love Sundays..