I Got Crabs...

lots of delicious blue crabs, that is. Mmm!

So, Sara left town and I reconnected with my roots. And by roots, I mean inner lake fisherman. So fun! A few hours of hanging by the lakefront...and VOILA! food for days. Truly a "teach a man to fish" metaphor at work. Good times with the whole fam!

Our little crew prepping the nets. As you can see, we made Pat do all the work.

Look how cute. Cast that net, Mama! (She'll be soo mad when she sees this. Oh, well.)

I am more of a flinger...it got good distance though!

My sisters not contributing...no crabs for you! (JK, they helped)

Another escapee. Luckily, my cousin put up a good fight and the crab was recaptured. No punches were actually thrown.

Our fearless leader and head crab catcher. Thanks Uncle Pat! (Also photographic proof that you did pull a few up!)

One of those blasted crabs made one last ditch attempt at freedom. In the process he gorged my foot with his pointy head. Needless to say injuring me was the last thing he ever did. And yes...revenge is delicious...especially when the object of your revenge is edible.

The perpetrator. (Look at that beast!)

His remains...aka-what happens when you get on my bad side.

For these reasons, I miss Louisiana. Good things come from the Gulf...delicious, consumable things.