Got crabs?

Gawd that was a big crab! And tasty too!

I pulled him out of Hunting Creek, where the flotilla had rafted up in maybe 13 feet of water. A nice piece of prime rib was the bait. I set up the lines as I had been counseled by those with Crab Experience, and stood on the transom of our boat watching the sun set over the Chesapeake, enjoying a nice glass of Cabernet, while the smell of that killer spinach lasagna arose from the galley of the Darwin Too. I gave the line a little tug, and it felt heavier than when I dropped the (graciously donated leftovers) meat overboard. Slowly slowly slowly I pulled it up, while my crabbing net magically appeared on my left, at the ready. As he became visible near the surface I gently positioned the net underneath him, and pulled him free of the tea-colored waters. A cheer broke out from the stern of all four boats. Aw shucks! Someone got the big tongs, and we put him on ice to admire. I don't know anything about crabs; the blue coloring was amazingly brilliant, I had no idea! With the help of an expert from another vessel, the crab was iced for a while while unsuccessfully attempted to add a few more crabs to the haul. The ice seemed to stun him ( and we knew it was not a "she" from the graphic anatomy lessons offered up by the Expert!), so I doused him with Old Bay, and tossed him into a borrowed large pot, and dinner was ready! Dinner doesn't get any fresher!