My crab picking table has unfortunately seen the last of the good times until July rolls around next year. This past Sunday, I loaded up the boat, went out to Eastern Bay, and ran my last crabbing trip of the year.
Sure, crabs will still be around for another few weeks or more, but they get harder and harder to find as the water cools, males making their way to deeper waters, and the females high-tailing it for the Southern Bay to fertilize and release their eggs.
Crabbing was good over the weekend. Well, it would have been better if it was legal to possess females. In the course of an hour, I had caught nearly 30 beautiful, mature olive-green sooks with bright-red claw tips. While this bodes well for the fishery, it’s an awful lot of work for nothing.
I did manage to keep almost three dozen males for the steamer and invited my neighbors across the street over for one last patio-fest replete with Tiki Torches, craft beer, and steaming hot crabs served on the New York Times Sunday paper.
Good bye, crab-picking season, you’ll be missed.