This evening we fly home. Unfortunately, we won’t get home in time to pick up any crawfish but that’s what I’m having tomorrow.
Crawfish season is my favorite time of the year. Well, it’s a toss up between crawfish season and football season.
First time I drove through rural Mississippi, I passed a big building with a crawfish sign. I thought it was a bait shop. I did not realize people ate crawfish. It was not until I saw them on a menu a couple of days later that I did. I'd never had a course in astacology. Now, I've since found out that almost all crawfish are harvested in Louisiana and the vast majority of them eaten there as well.
Oh, as to using them for bait, advised against now as zebra mussels attach to them.