Oh yea! I used to live in Lake Charles, La as a boy. After each rain the crawfish would dig out the depths and pile the mud up on the top. I would take a string, some bacon and a sinker weight and drop it down the hole. In a bit pulling it up slowly I could peak over and see him coming to the top eating on the bacon. Id then knock the hill with him in it across the yard. Then began the chase! Yehaaa!
I ate so many I finally got real sick at a crawfish boil. I am now allergic to crawfish and lobster, even crab to a degree since that day.
Man I loved to the the red ones come up that dirt hill on the string. They were the big boys!