Here, Mick, let this young (soon-to-be-50 year old) pup carry those buckets for you. Spaw wants conch? He must need to re-sole his Doc Martins, damn things are tough as shoe leather. Unless of course, you slice em, dice em, beat em, and grind em, mix em with this corn batter I was using for the rolled pick-up truck... I mean oysters... and make conch fritters out of em. Dip em in hot sauce and keep a cold brew handy to put out the fire.