Crabberman?

First, no entry tomorrow or Sunday, as I'll be embarking on the Powell Family Annual Vacation with the rest of my paternal side. We'll be hitting up the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico, as well as its liquor stores, corndog stands, shuffleboard supply stores, and reptile exhibits.

Since I've already gone on vacation once this summer, I can't spread this out as long as I'd like; that may be a good thing. Whenever I visit a beach, I always have an awful fear that I'll spend my money, wrack up some debts, and be forced into work as a crab fisherman. I just don't think that would work well. First, I would have a hard time throwing that net on target. Second, I have a healthy dose of respect for the pinchers of a crab. The less time I spend in a beach setting, the more unlikely this already absurd scenario becomes.

That last paragraph leaves me with a question: are those guys really called crab fishermen? Fish have nothing to do with it; it seems more apt to call them crabbermen. Or, if you're feeling mythological, hallowed crab slayers. I'd shy away from using the latter term, if only because it'd encourage those guys to try to kill crabs with battle axes and enchanted talismans (that's actually the correct plural form of that word, I just checked). I don't see this entry turnign around any time soon. Enjoy your weekends, and I'll be back shortly, hopefully with as little net-throwing aptitude as I left with.