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As a small girl, I have sweet memories of crabbing at the beach in Delaware with my brother and sisters. We would use chicken necks tied with white string to triangular lead fish weights. Out on a wood dock that stretched out into the shallow water we would go. Lying on our stomachs so we could see into the shallow water better, we would work at coaxing a crab close enough to then catch him with a net on a long pole. There was a certain finesse needed to lure in a blue crab. If you pulled the string too hard or too fast, the crab would spook and let go. Not enough pulling and you lost your chicken neck.
Into a large basket they went, once caught. I have a vivid memory of blue crabs getting out of the basket and scurrying around on the wood deck. As I was always barefoot or had only flip flops on, I would squeal and get very excited, thinking the blue crab would take off a toe or two. My brother would be the hero and grab the crab in the back and toss it back into the basket.
Back at the beach house, my mom would boil up the crabs in a huge pot and then pick them clean. Picking crab was a tedious job. It was not easy work to cook crab as this was the time before air conditioning. Looking back, I don't think my mom was real thrilled when we caught crabs, but she did cook them for us!
Funny thing, I don't remember eating the crabs. I just remember catching them. I am not sure what my mom would make- Crab salad? Crab imperial? I just don't remember. I think as a small child it was much more fun catching blue crabs than eating blue crabs!