As much as I love crab claws and butter I'm not sure I could bring myself to capture and eat this guy. Must be really old and it saddens me to think of all those years only to end up in a crab pot. God had gifted this creature with what it took to handle the dangers of life in its world, from water conditions to would-be predators. It's just not an even contest when someone so farther up the food chain uses scuba gear, etc. to invade this creature's heretofore secure turf and use superior intelligence and technology to take it.
Please don't get me wrong. I am not in league with PETA or an animal-rights devotee. I simply feel badly for a creature so well suited to its environment meeting its end at the hands of a superior force.
Years ago the Smothers Brothers, or maybe it was one of those freshmen quartets of the day like the Four Freshmen, did a great song called “Crabs Walk Sideways”. Anyone remember that, or know where I might find it? Napster has a couple of listings but I've not cared for any of the ones they have.
I guess in summary, I would have gone with the catch and release method for this neat guy or gal!
posted on 07/03/2008 5:50:52 AM PDT
(Sigh . . .)
posted on 07/03/2008 6:14:24 AM PDT
(If you ain't laughin yet... you ain't seen me naked. 8^O)
"Crabs Walk Sideways. Anyone remember that"
No, but I do remember *I Yelled Fire When I Fell Into the Chocolate.*
I have had people tell me the same thing about some of the catfish I catch. Guess what, they don’t live forever. Better it is harvested and eaten than for it to die of old age. And yes, catfish taste just as good at 60 pounds as they do at 6.
posted on 07/03/2008 8:10:28 AM PDT
(Get-R-Done and then Bring-Em- Home)
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