I-107

One of my favorite things to do in Deltaville

was going out with Pepop to get the crabpots.

The above photo shows (from l to r)

Sheba, Pepop's dog, me, my dad and Pepop.

Every chance I got, I'd go out to pull pots.

I think Pepop enjoyed the free child labor company every summer.

Even to this day, I remember his buoy number:

I-107.

I was trained to look for it so I could grab the right lines.

The perk of having someone in the family with crabpots

was having steamed crabs.

(yes, that's me in my underwear watching the crabs go in the pot)

My dad and I steaming crabs

It was always fun watching the crabs being put in the pot.

Barefoot, my cousin and I secretly liked when a crab escaped and ran around waving its claws 

sending us screaming and scrambling up onto the stool

out of the way.

Eventually I got old enough to torture and play with the crabs before they got cooked help.

This vacation, I'm hoping to catch enough crabs

in our measly 2 pots and 

with chicken necks on string to steam some ourselves like the good ole days.