In my enthusiam to empty the crab pots one eager Jimmy took a nip at my index finger and a painful yelp later I knew what his fate was about to be.... 34 crabs later, they were transfered from the crab pots to the cooler - I like to empty the pots back at the dock for the ease and comfort of a stable working platform, and anyway I was not putting the crab pots back out again this year. In one of the pots we caught a catfish and he was glad to be released back to the river - he had plenty of souvenir scars from spending a few days in the same confined area with half-a-dozen hungry crabs.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Last Crab Draws First Blood
In my enthusiam to empty the crab pots one eager Jimmy took a nip at my index finger and a painful yelp later I knew what his fate was about to be.... 34 crabs later, they were transfered from the crab pots to the cooler - I like to empty the pots back at the dock for the ease and comfort of a stable working platform, and anyway I was not putting the crab pots back out again this year. In one of the pots we caught a catfish and he was glad to be released back to the river - he had plenty of souvenir scars from spending a few days in the same confined area with half-a-dozen hungry crabs.
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