When I was a kid we had a park in the neighborhood with 'dads in it. We tried to keep them a secret but were not successful and within a couple of years they were gone.
Then one day yours truly, at the tender young age of about 10, discovered another pond, loaded with 'dads.
My friends and I gathered, recon'ed and went in. We hit it about three times in the late evenings before one fool friend decided to go during broad daylight, and ruined it for all of us.
You see, the pond I discovered was actually a reflecting pool.
Inside a cemetery.
I'd got a little bored after Grandpa's funeral and wandered off while the adults were talking, and made the discovery.
It was easy to get over the big wall around the cemetery, but dumbass friend decided he'd try the pool that was at the gate of the dang place, and was caught with two other of his dumbass friends in broad freakin' daylight, fer cryin' out loud. Wading in said pool whilst a procession of mourners drove in to lay their Dearly Departed into Eternal Rest was not appreciated by any of these folks. And was frowned upon by the management.
3 kids in cutoffs with some mesh sacks full of live 'dads futzing about in the reflecting pool wasn't the image the joint wanted, I dunno. Naturally, my name came up during the inquiry. Pricks ratted me out, and I got dragged down there. I admitted nothing. They didn't see it, so it didn't happen. They had no pictures.
I held out.
Til Dad got home.
So they drained the ponds, cleaned them out and filled them with chlorinated water. End of 'dads.
My parents reminded me of that adventure for years. They shared it with girlfriend who became wife.
Wife now brings it up every time we get ahold of some Crawdads.