“It’s alright, T.J., don’t worry about it.”
“And that was the biggest blue claw I ever saw,” said Dad sadly after he got the boat straightened out.
“Don’t worry, Dad, we’ll get him next time,” consoled Joe.
“Yep, we will, Joseph.”
The night wasn’t a complete loss. We headed back to the boat ramp with only a slight dent, one flashlight and no nets, but we still had two buckets full of crabs. Maybe night crabbing isn’t as simple as scoop here, scoop there, but it’s aLong Islandsecret that belongs to my family.