On Friday evening Dougie and Eric set the pot out by Outer Point. Saturday afternoon we made the first pull - six keepers - a very satisfactory haul. Sunday we scored three of the buggers and yesterday a new record of seven. This brought our grand total to sixteen which was PRECISELY the number of crab our consortium was allowed after accounting for all the elderly persons for whom we were carrying proxy permits.
So...am I exhausted from the strenuous physical activity of pulling crab pots? Not exactly. The exhausting part of this exercise is the cooking process - the part where we watch the crab boil away while we drink numerous beverages of our choice. On my part this means red wine. For Dougie and Eric this means various malt beverages. Crab cooking looks like this:
We cook crab using propane and genuine propane accessories
Yesterday, it was pouring down rain and the crab cooked in the driveway...while we huddled in the garage. Good ol' fashioned Southeast Alaska rainforest fun!
Captain Eric and First Mate Doug
Yippee!
Crab cooking assembly line. The bright orange guys are just out of the cooker...the brown guys waiting their turn....
On Saturday night mom prepared crab two ways - the big fat log-like legs were dipped in egg, rolled in Ritz Crackers and then quickly pan fried - while lump crab meat went into the salad bowl. Mighty tasty!
2 comments:
Can you feel the jealousy from OR?! Sounds delicious!
I am jealous that YOU, and not I, am in Oregon!
On the other hand, I,and not YOU, got to hike to the end of Perseverance Trail today. It was beauteous.
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