I knew this place was dangerous, but it was a war zone.
Rocks, crabs, cobblers, channel markers, weed banks, sticky mud .....

I think I have post traumatic stress (the crabs, the crabs)
Reg, has a special relationship with marine creatures. He and the cobbler go way back and he always like to show his appreciation on meeting one.
The crab is a new one for us river rats, we're used to having our toes sucked by blowfish

, not crabs with atititudes lurking in ambush.

The 'squelling like a girl' is a signal meaning, bring beer quick.
Highlight of the day, not a kite in sight
