Not sure if this is a dream or a real photo. I'm leaning towards dream due to no cuzzins holding PBR and whizzin on the bushes.....
When young my bro and I would walk a spring fed river catching buckets of crawdads. We would boil them and eat until we couldn't wiggle. Some of the softshell dads were huge. One difference I see in that stream from the 50's or 60's is, back then there was lots of tires, tin cans and other things in the water that crawdads loved to live in. All the trash has been removed. The last time I fished for trout there I saw very few crawdads.