What’s more fun than a bag of crabs?

Posted: October 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

Not much.

My usual foolproof crabbing hole was unusable due to the wind direction: chop and stirred-up sediment, no visibility. So on my way back home I stopped in another location that was more sheltered and crab-friendly, and lo and behold crab season is back. With a vengeance.

I caught these in about 15 minutes. Like shooting fish in a barrel. You can’t really call it fishing or hunting; it’s more like gathering. You literally stand in one place and they come to you. And then you throw them in a bag.

Then you boil them to death and feast upon their delicious, steaming corpses.

Some people pay a lot of money to eat like this. These were free for the taking. I don’t think they live long enough up north to get this big.

Uruguayans do not eat much crab. I don’t know if they consider it peasant fare or if they just don’t know about how good they are. I had one guy ask me, “what are you catching them for, bait?” and he seemed surprised when I said I was going to eat them. “What part do you eat?” he asked, and I explained. “How do you cook them?” etc etc. During my crabbings (is that a word? like “Outings”) I have only encountered one other individual who had the goal of eating them.

This is why you are literally tripping over them here. No complaints.

Comments
  1. La Gringa says:

    Where’s the butter???? Enjoy! I sure do miss them. When we lived in Virginia Beach, VA, we used to fill 2 – 5 gallon buckets every weekend. 🙂

    P.S. Quick recipe……. chopped crabmeat, Philadelphia cream cheese and fine chopped scallions or jalapenos. Mix together, refrigerate, serve as a dip with crackers.

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