For the 4th of July Bryan and I went to the Oregon coast with my family. We were also fortunate enough to spend time with my uncle, aunt, and cousin while we were there.
On our first outing we caught many crabs but only had one large enough to keep. Since we didn’t want to bother cooking just one crab we threw it back. The second day we went out we were accompanied by my uncle and cousin. We ended up only catching one again, but this time we brought it back to eat. When the crab got home we christened it with the name, George Alfred III. I can’t remember how we came up with that name but it seemed pretty regal for a bottom feeder. We cooked poor George on the BBQ and everyone enjoyed him with dinner.
you didn’t save us any of the crab….boo/who?
yes I know….another picture page……
but more importantly another priceless memory….
can’t wait to see the Hutchings on your picture page!!
Luv, Aunt Leslie