Part of the reason my dad was looking forward to taking us to Brinnon over the holidays is that it’s crabbing season. Usually we go in the summer, but it’s only legal to catch crab in the autumn and winter months. It was Tom’s first time crabbing this holiday.
Unfortunately, we had dreary weather whilst there. We are driving back to Seattle now, and of course it’s sunny. The rain and wind meant taking the canoe out was not a safe or enjoyable experience, so the crab pots were not pulled as often as we would have liked.
Tom and my dad rowed out Monday morning to set three pots. The weather prevented them from pulling the pots that evening. They had to wait and hope for better conditions Tuesday morning. Luckily when we awoke it wasn’t raining as hard, so out the boys went. As they rowed to the pots us girls crossed our fingers that the crabs were plentiful as they are what we intended to eat that night.
Through the telescope we watched the pots come up and were hopeful many crabs were inside. But you can never be too sure because there are size restrictions and all females have to be thrown back.
Excited to hear the results I walked down to the dock as Tom and dad started coming in. Twenty-three legal crabs they had in those pots! A record amount, It’s the most my dad has ever pulled at one time. Incredible work boys!
We cracked crab in the afternoon to save and take home. That evening we cracked more, munching as we went until we were full. I have to admit the crabs defeated us though, and three were left untouched. Even Tom was too full. So I cracked the leftovers this morning and bagged them along with the rest to bring home and enjoy on another day.
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