Who Needs a Reservation at The Red Lobster?
We don’t. Not when you have your own lobster traps and a hubby who loves to be out at sea. Here, with a live Rhode Island report, the intrepid and able fisherman, Mr. EOS:
Yesterday morning, the fog lifted just enough, and the surf subsided, such that I could launch from the beach and see if a fish and/or lobster dinner was in my future.
First, I had to collect a few crabs for fish bait. As occasionally happens, I find a treasure among the rocks; this time it was this big Atom swimmer with an eelskin slipped over it. That’s an old trick, but one rarely seen nowadays, I suspect. And I hadn’t found a big swimming lure like that since I was a kid. That hideous fluorescent job tho… hooks painted too!
I caught no fish, but collected a pair of keeper lobsters. One had the shell virus that ruins their saleability, but a) I don’t sell with my recreational license, and b) the meat is fine. The “after” picture shows the shell disease best. I’ll let you know how they taste tomorrow!