Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Chilling and Sweating at the Crabbing Hole
I can’t think of a better reason to bake in June heat than a family crabbing trip. My peeps are in town visiting for my birthday and we decided to head down to St. Bernard Parish to catch a few crabs, drink a few beers, and get a few bug bites. That was the first time since Katrina we did that. In my crib where I grew up this was a huge deal when it got warm. I have to say I am like a ghetto crabbing expert. All I need is a few sticks, a net, old chicken bones and some string and it’s party time. I made a point not to go through the Ninth Ward so we wouldn’t have any of that stuff to deal with. I have to say that it was a real good day although it probably wasn’t a good idea to drink so much last night and wake up with a hangover before going out in that heat.
There were stores open along the way to get everything and all of our spots were open too. I also discovered that being an amateur ghetto fisherman is in Harris blood. I thought I would spend the entire day chasing bugs and stopping tears. Instead I have to go find rod and reels for children. The only thing missing was my sister Jenny. If you read this Jenny we are going when you visit and take your husband. Make sure you tell him to bring some Off, sunscreen, and something for shade. This is going to be one hot ass summer. I need to buy me a big hat again.