We tied fish heads or other fish parts on a long rope and lowered it into the water ... waited ... and then carefully, slowly, raising it up, we would net large crabs that were hanging on the bait hungrily munching the raw fish. Into a bucket we collected them and then home to a happy mom for dinner.
We dumped our pile of crabs on top of the ice and Mom and Grandma did the rest. I never cared for “the rest.” I still wrinkle up my nose at the thought of dumping living things into boiling water. Ugh. But that’s the way it’s done. So be it, but I still don’t have to like it and I still don’t care to see those creepy crawling creatures near me because …
One great day for crabbing brought my brother’s friends down to the docks. Everyone was catching their share. I guess the boys got a bit bored with it all, and guess who was handy for one of their hilarious pranks?
What happened next has left an imprint on my mind and emotions all these years. I still get the willies when I pass the lobster tank in the supermarket. Crabs in general just make my flesh crawl even to this very day. Oh, I enjoy a lobster roll or tasty fish chowder, but please don’t plop one of those crustaceans in front of me.
Having nasty, impetuous (and all those other miserable names I can think of) mischievous little boys thinking it the greatest joke to stuff live, wiggly crabs down the back of a unsuspecting gal is not funny. I almost passed out as I shrieked and screamed, loosening my T-shirt to shake them out as I hopped around the doc.
End of those friendships? You would think so, but I guess kids are still kids, and I did correspond with one of the fellows for several months. Funny, I can still remember where he lived but not his name … so much for impressions.
Elaine W. Kniskern is a 80-year-old resident of Schenevus and a grandmother of five. She can reached at email@example.com. ‘Senior Scene’ columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/seniorscene.