And M went swimming when trying to land the boat coming back in. Not full body. But that water is cold.


Seems that we got picky crabs. The chicken was a bit old for their liking. When we emptied the trap out and got rid of the chicken we tossed it to a seagull. It flew away for a second and landed and basically spit it out and said f you, I don't want that.

East Coast blue crabs love rotting stuff according to what I've read. West Coast Dungeness and Red rocks want fresh kill.

Tomorrow will be freshly unfrozen chicken thighs.