Sun, Beach and Crabs

Seven o’clock in the morning. After raining most of the night it looks like the sun is shinning through the trees on our road.

Debbie stands in the sun at Kayak Point County Park.  Lloyd, my ride out to the water, is down at the boat ramp launching his boat. He’ll motor back up here to the beach and pick me up.  My crab traps are in the foreground.

We’re on our way.  Lloyd is on the look out for crabs as he navigates to a spot to drop our crab pots overboard. Here in the Sound you can have two crab pots out and the daily limit for crab is five.

Well it takes about thirty minutes to motor out, drop our four crab traps, and motor back. Here Lloyd throws out a stern anchor to keep the boat in position while we wait for the crabs to fill up our traps.

Here is a view from our picnic shelter toward the pier and Lloyd’s boat.  It’s crowded with crab fishermen who throw their traps of the end of the pier. Our traps are a mile or so beyond the pier.  The big driftwood separates the rocky beach from the lawn and picnic area.

After a couple of hours its time to pull up the traps. They’re about 100 to 125 feet down to the bottom so pulling up them up is a workout. My first trap was completely empty. This is my second trap and it had three that were large enough to keep. Lloyd had two keepers in his traps. We dropped them down again and went back to the beach.

After lunch we went out the second time and pulled up the traps. I kept two for my limit and Lloyd got a couple more. Now its home to cook the crab and then we all met at Darryl's for a fire and gab fest.

Oh yeah. After avoiding the smoke for a while we moved up to the porch to eat crab. Notice that nobody pays any attention to me when I get up to take a picture!

Tomorrow we’ll be back to working on the 5th wheel restoration project.