I grew up on the Chesapeke and when I was 14, used to run a trot line with a couple guys... Hmmmm, perpetually frozen eel chunks tied onto the line with a shred of a rag
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When the blues were sluffing their shells, we'd go down to the end of the peir, shoot a BB below them and they would climb up the pylon within reach of a net
- Dumb Crabs
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Then we'd fry 'em, eyes & all, between some toasted bread, hmmm, soft shell blue crab sandwiches