Shirley tells us Sean is expected in the habour with his catch at 11:30. We head down there and spend about an hour parked front row and centre waiting. We listen to 3 fishermen unloading their crab baskets and miles of rope onto their trailer. We may as well be in Ireland - the accents of the people on the Irish Loop is amazing. We love the banter and stories as we eavesdrop. Oops. we find out Sean is down the road at the other dock. Down we go to find crates of his 30,0000 lb. load being forklifted to the inspection station. Apparently, 5% of every catch is inspected. A woman chats with us as she measures and inspects each crab. Perfect ones are thrown into that box over there - ones with lots of barnacles are not so perfect and are thrown over in this box. Each of the 5% is checked - this determines the pricing for the entire load of crabs. She comments that "sometimes she's not so popular" - "it's a crabby job". Some stats: A crab fishing license is bought from someone retiring from the business and costs around $500,000 - with quota attached. The boat is worth another $500,000. Fishermen are brave souls on the sea and at the bank.
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| Sean's crab fishing boat |
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| Hi Captain Sean |
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| A perfect fella - Ray's dream |
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| Ready for the pot? |
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