We got crabs
Yep. We're backtracking.
On Hunter's birthday, we went crabbing. We grabbed the crab pots, some raw chicken, the kids, and loaded up.
What?
The kids love to munch on raw chicken. It makes their hair shiny.
Hunter was a great navigator. Some day I will set him down and make him watch Flight of the Navigator. Because it's a cool show.
Laynee is making one of her classically Laynee faces.
El Capitan.
Pelicans and seagulls followed us all around the bay hoping for a handout.
This is a great shot because of two things:
1) You can see our friend Steve in the background
and
2) What Laynee said just before I snapped this shot.
Corrine said, "Here Laynee. Hold on to me right here."
Laynee said, "Like we're buds?"
Hunter being a good big brother and holding on to Corrine while she reaches for the buoy to pull the crab pot up from the bottom of the ocean floor.
Crab!
She showed no fear and a little recklessness while handling them crabs. That is, until she got pinched.
In order to keep the crabs, they have to be a certain size. And male. Which requires you to measure any questionable ones.
We kept Laynee safe by tethering her to the boat. At her request.
Didn't know we'd captured "crab-man" in our self-portrait!
Pot full of crabs.
Check out Laynee in the background. She's mad now that we tied her to the boat because she can't get free to see the bounty.
Mi familia.
Due to the aforementioned attitude, we decided to lengthen her leash and allow her some room to roam.
In the zone.
As you can see, I got in on the action, too.
OK. So maybe I was only pretending to help. There was no way in Hades I was going to touch one of those buggers! They remind me too much of spiders. Giant spiders. With really big claws.
We got to see some seals, too.
Daddy showing Laynee the crabbie.
Look at that deformed...thingy. I think this one is a...ahem...male.
Let the roasting begin!
"I'll never let go, Jack!"
But then he did.
Beggars.
Red hot, yummy, delicious crabs.
Mmmmmmmmm.
And then we ate for days.
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