Crabbing on the Great South Bay, not far from where I gew up on South Oyster Bay. - G
Night of the Blue Crabs - NYTimes.com:
by Lawrence Downes
Midnight on the Great South Bay. Smudgy clouds, a stiff wind, a full moon, now hidden, now in the clear, gloriously bright, high beams on rippling blacktop.
On a pier at the end of Blue Point Avenue, a dozen people are doing what they do on the South Shore of Long Island on summer nights: catching the blue-claw crabs that swarm the muddy inlets and dock pilings every July and August.
The boat fishermen are in bed. The night surf-casters are out on the barrier island, flinging bait chunks into the ocean. The crabbers are on the inland side of the bay, a few feet from their cars, with nets, buckets and flashlights.
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low tide. Yesterday, on a summer Sunday morning he was loaded up with new lobster traps to be set the next day.
