So here we are in sunny Mandurah, WA… and I got to go crabbing for the first time! We came up to spend the long weekend with John (Jane’s dad) and Jill, and Angus and Roni. So we’ve taken the boat out the last 2 days, and chased crabs - it’s awesome fun, I’m hooked. You can use nets, which we tried, but the most fun is scooping them. We just cruised the boat over the shallows, spotted them and dived overboard with the scoop to grab ‘em. We also tried extended forays just swimming around and diving to get them, but then Ango improvised and towed Jane and I behind the boat on a rope with masks on and a scoop each - when we spotted one, we’d let go and chase it. The other would stay on the rope until they saw one, then let go and the boat could circle back for the first person. Crab-hunting efficiency.

Here’s me kitted with the wetsuit sleeve and glove (very Marilyn-Manson-esque, don’t you think?) and a crab in the scoop. They get pretty big and those nippers made me nervous. Not so Ango - see below:

WA-style: Ango didn’t bother with the scoop or any other shenanigans. Just dived overboard and chased ‘em down - at one point he had 4 in his hand… and kept looking for more. Note how in the photo above, he’s not even looking at the crab trying to amputate a finger, he’s hunting for more.

Oh, and how were the crabs? Delicious.