Got Crabs?
So my day started with a serious of efforts to catch anything of substance, and especially anything that wasn’t mussels or killies.
First up, crabbing.
There is a marsh where with a series of bridges crossing it where crabs apparently hang out. While I was doubtful (crabs usually blossom July or later), anything was worth a shot. I was desperate though, so off I went with crabbing gear and my rabbit/squirrel as well. I had learned my lesson the day before when I was ten feet away from a rabbit, but all of my equipment was back at base. That would not happen again.
So off I went with camera crew in tow, trekking long and far until finally the bridges came into view.
While bridge spanned more marsh than water, it was definitely the right location. With at least ten more bridges in view, there was a lot of ground to cover.
But what’s that? Movement! A rabbit no less! I already had visions of Roger over an open fire.
Gone. Before I could could get out “wunderstick” (here’s the inspiration for the name) out, the bastard had already hightailed it out of there. All I was left with was an insult:
Fresh rabbit droppings. Nice.
Well, nothing to do but to continue onward.
At bridge three we sighted our first crab, but it was too far and too deep for me to get at. Even if I jumped in after it, it would be long gone before I had a chance. We spotted another one closer to the shore and were unsure if it was alive or dead as it hadn’t moved at all since we had been there. Naturally, I jumped in after it:
The mud was so deep, that any attempt to walk in would be pointless.
That was the last crab we saw (it was dead), which meant a long depressing walk home.
June 15th, 2008 at 12:23 pm
Your dad has added an element of hilariousness that I did not see coming. Tell him to keep up the commentaries.