Right, Bobert. Tell him to hide it in his shoe. They'll never find it there. Right?

LEJ, approaching the end of the season, anyway, at least that far north on the Bay. And if they're around, don't need no crab pot. A chicken wing or thigh with a string tied around it and a net will suffice.

Annie took us to a large community clambake/crabfeast at Crisfield, MD, this summer. It is apparently a huge local event designed for all the local politicians to shake everyone's hand. Pay a single fee, and all the blue crabs, fried clams, fried fish fillets, corn-on-the-cob and sweet potato fries you can eat, as well as all the Michelob, Budweiser, and CocaCola products you can drink.

I opted for the crabs and bottled water. I got tired, physically, and also of the carnage, before I got full.

I guess I'll be glad to settle for the frozen flounder or ocean perch fillet that is bound to be an offering one night in the cafeteria.

Besides, you don't want them harps rusting when they fall out 'o yer pocket when you lean over to net a crab off the little dock.