Kendall? Well gee whiz. The big biggers ain't no good, eh? The best lobster I ever had was poached. We was aboard me buddy's boat, The P*******, and we was off a the Alma, New Brunswick wharf. Old ** left Alma at 14 years old and joined the Canuck Navy. Tough as nails like they say... tougher, I say.

He took us out a ways, spied the coast and steamed in at a great rate a knots. He had one eye on shore and one eye on the water. Idle she went and ** scrambled back like the sixty year old teenager he was, gaffed the line and slung her on the winch. He took a big bigger out of the trap, fired it to the stern, dumped the trap, scrambled f'ord and off at full. One eye on f'ord and one eye astern.

We anchored off off Cape Enrage and the screaming began... no hypnotics. Me, and ** and **** ***** from Newfoundalnd, 6'6" and near wide as you would imagine, ate our fill, with a two pound margerine container full for home. It was absolutely tender and delicious.

So, I guess the key to cooking a twenty five pound lobster is to make it a bit exciting. Or, drink as much as we did that day.