There is a lot of effort. You have to measure ten Lobsters to find one that is legal. The cooler full of beer and ice that you have to have to keep the crew happy, is very heavy.
Long days in the sun really tire you out.
Pushing the Grouper aside to get to the Lobster, while holding your breath takes practice and stammina.
Keeping your hands off the bikini bottoms is the hardest thing of all.
This is the Gulf side, lest than ten feet of water, as far as the horizon. The hurricanes have changed a lot of the features, but the grass is doing well. In five hours of ideling, we counted seven turtles, rays and fish-too many to count.
Time goes on, and now its time for stone crab season. Residents can put out five pots. Neighbors and I put out twenty pots this week, baited with pigs feet.
I'll try to remember to post a picture before we eat the claws.
Snoozer don't listen to them jealous b@stards, I love ya man, remember my name I may be looking for property down by ya soon, maybe sooner if you keep posting those pics
Let's see, isn't it a renewable resource? Can't you take the biggest claw and relase the crab to grow another? That's what I heard one time and I thought that was pretty darn cool.