Due to a terrifyingly old bag of chicken wings in the fridge, it was decided that we must participate in crabbing season, which opens today. So, Amy bought trap, licence, rope and zip ties. I played with the rope and handled the stinky chicken. Bleah! The trap looks like a collapsible basket that lifts the big, tasty bugs to the surface where we can collect them. So, we headed to Illahee State Park, a mile-ish away, and tossed the thing into the depths. Over a few hours, we caught three ugly invasives (but no Dungenes, boo!) called Red Rock Crabs. Too tired to eat the silly things, we boiled them and they will become crab cakes tomorrow.
What?
The eagles you say? Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a wad. Someone, done with crabbing, chucked their poultry bait out into the water and the local pair of balds took note. So we humans were treated to a show of watching our glorious national symbol dive for the stinking leftover bait.
Again
And again.
And again.
And again.
We lost count when the pair's efforts broke double digits. Oh, they persisted and eventurally got the chuck of poultry, much to the crowd's delight.
(dryly) Makes you proud, don't it?
Still, I got free crab!!!!
What?
The eagles you say? Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a wad. Someone, done with crabbing, chucked their poultry bait out into the water and the local pair of balds took note. So we humans were treated to a show of watching our glorious national symbol dive for the stinking leftover bait.
Again
And again.
And again.
And again.
We lost count when the pair's efforts broke double digits. Oh, they persisted and eventurally got the chuck of poultry, much to the crowd's delight.
(dryly) Makes you proud, don't it?
Still, I got free crab!!!!