The new trap sat around for a few weeks, until the kids and I took the notion to just simply drop it off the Mt. Gardner dock and see what would happen. We got a fishing license, and headed down. Oops. No bait. So we decided to just put a very mussel-laden rock in, which we first smashed the mussel-shells on. Here is what ensued:
|Rhiannon and her friends untangled the rope.|
|We guessed that 20 knots might suffice, so they calculated 5 each, and tied with all their might!|
...and off we went.
When we came back to check the trap two days later, we found it neatly tied up on the dock. The rope was cut. Wait - no - not cut... lacerated! our rope had obviously wound around somebody's propeller, and we'd caused a moderately large pain in the ass for some poor soul who then carefully unwound it, rolled it up, and set it on the dock for us!! So sorry, whoever you are, and SO grateful!!
Well, we had arrived with real (junkfood) bait, this time, and tried to do a better job of setting the trap. Cheap catfood tied on a string, to keep it from falling or drifting out of the trap. Markus hunted the beach until he found a plastic bottle, which we filled with rocks and tied 2/3 the way up the rope. The idea was that this would keep the slack rope from drifting around at low tide. We also went through considerable effort to tie the rope around the actual decking of the float, in order to keep it out of the way of future potential prop-accidents.
|Which would they like best? Cheap canned food or cheap bagged food? Are crabs picky?|
|Back two days later again... the kids made the exciting haul...|
|Tally: 2 giant sunflower stars, one small sunflower stars, and one giant pink spiny seastar.|
|Well, like everything else in life, it was a learning experience.|
|...learning about giant pink spiny seastars...|
|...nevertheless, for experience's sake...|
|...the kids added a new piece of bait and threw the trap back in, anyway.|
|A couple of days later again we went back and finally took our trap home. We now have plans to take it out with its own buoy, and see if we can find something edible. Someday.|