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John Champe, one final chance for a 4a championship!

Well Shaunty, you are welcome to come south and enjoy some good football any time. But, the cost of admission will be one bushel of Jimmies! (For those same of you with no exposure to the Chesapeake Bay, Jimmies are big, meaty, male Blue Crabs.) I'm making some drawn butter now Shaunty, so get a move on!
A bushel of that quality is quite a bit. I do have a crab pot that just sits from the dock in the back yard on the Chester River and it yields quite a bit but you'll just have to settle for my Crab Soup. I "can" quite a lot of it and have plenty to spare. Makes good Christmas presents. By almost all accounts, it's the best they ever had. But everyone has their own taste.

I actually prefer the versatilities available with cooking the soft shells but, again, everyone has their own preference.
 
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A bushel of that quality is quite a bit. I do have a crab pot that just sits from the dock in the back yard on the Chester River and it yields quite a bit but you'll just have to settle for my Crab Soup. I "can" quite a lot of it and have plenty to spare. Makes good Christmas presents. By almost all accounts, it's the best they ever had. But everyone has their own taste.

I actually prefer the versatilities available with cooking the soft shells but, again, everyone has their own preference.
I have friends that live in Williamsburg and we would oftentimes have a cookout while visiting them. One time instead of hot dogs and hamburgers we drove to Poquoson and picked up a bushel of crabs. Unfortunately, when we got there the "Jimmies" were mostly gone and we got a discounted bushel that consisted of about 2/3 of the smaller female blue crabs & a 1/3 of the meatier males for our crab bake I guess you'd call it. It was a neat experience, that would only have been topped if there had still been a good supply of male crabs. Poquoson looked like an interesting place to visit, but we just kind of zipped in and out. I think this was the year after they had won their football title, so only 3 or 4 years ago I believe.
 
About 20 years ago, I was out on a crab boat with a waterman friend of mine. I got careless while handling them as I was dumping the pots, (no gloves so I could prove I was a real waterman). A big jimmy reached back under his shell and split the skin under my thumbnail completely from side to side. I'm not sure I've ever had anything hurt that bad.

I took an oath that day to try to eat as many of his kin as I could before I died.

In all fairness to the crabs, later I decided that when I die I want to be thrown over the side of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. My theory is they can get even, and have the last laugh.

If any of you want to read the best book that has ever been written about the Bay and the life of the watermen that worked the bay, get a copy of "Beautiful Swimmers" by William Warner. It's a little dated, having been published in 1976, however, the information is timeless. It actually was awarded a Pulizer for non-fiction.
 
About 20 years ago, I was out on a crab boat with a waterman friend of mine. I got careless while handling them as I was dumping the pots, (no gloves so I could prove I was a real waterman). A big jimmy reached back under his shell and split the skin under my thumbnail completely from side to side. I'm not sure I've ever had anything hurt that bad.

I took an oath that day to try to eat as many of his kin as I could before I died.

In all fairness to the crabs, later I decided that when I die I want to be thrown over the side of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. My theory is they can get even, and have the last laugh.

If any of you want to read the best book that has ever been written about the Bay and the life of the watermen that worked the bay, get a copy of "Beautiful Swimmers" by William Warner. It's a little dated, having been published in 1976, however, the information is timeless. It actually was awarded a Pulizer for non-fiction.
If you've never had anything hurt as bad as that, you are a very fortunate individual indeed.

FYI. Men do not talk like this.
 
About 20 years ago, I was out on a crab boat with a waterman friend of mine. I got careless while handling them as I was dumping the pots, (no gloves so I could prove I was a real waterman). A big jimmy reached back under his shell and split the skin under my thumbnail completely from side to side. I'm not sure I've ever had anything hurt that bad.

I took an oath that day to try to eat as many of his kin as I could before I died.

In all fairness to the crabs, later I decided that when I die I want to be thrown over the side of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. My theory is they can get even, and have the last laugh.

If any of you want to read the best book that has ever been written about the Bay and the life of the watermen that worked the bay, get a copy of "Beautiful Swimmers" by William Warner. It's a little dated, having been published in 1976, however, the information is timeless. It actually was awarded a Pulizer for non-fiction.
So you're saying you got a bad load of crabs?

Sorry. Had to. Moral imperative.
 
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