You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey...

(I know some folks sing it as "fishin' hole," but when I was growing up it was always "crawdad hole.")

My brother and I were sometimes sent to the creek to get crawdads for supper when we were camping. Mmmm, nothin' like bugs for supper!

(Yeah, I like crab the best too, but that's 'cause I grew up in the Pacific Northwest. One summer I worked on a boat where we got to eat the paying guests'leftover crablegs. The deckhand and I would sit on a bench in the stern, gorging ourselves and throwing the shells over the side. There weren't many perks to that job, but that was a good 'un!)