… Also, we exhausted our rotting pogie supply yesterday. It being Labor Day, all the bait shops down in the old port were closed, so we had to resort to the super market, making the assumption (probably flawed) that what’s good enough for human consumption would be good enough for lobsters.
A. went with some inexpensive, nasty looking creature, aptly called a croaker. Here we are contemplating the task of chopping it up into bait-bag sized pieces with a swiss army knife.
You can see, I’m not terribly pleased by the prospects. Let’s hope the lobsters won’t feel the same way.
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the haulress
the long hauler
