During the summers in Maryland, one of the favorite pastimes of many people is ‘fishin’ and ‘crabbin’. On the weekends, you have literally hundreds of thousands of people heading towards the Eastern Shore of Maryland, most heading for Ocean City but many heading down to the ‘sho’ for some ‘crabbin’. On many weekends, I was one of those looking to go down and do some recreational crabbing. On one particular weekend, Frank Curzi, my brother Dave and I decided to go down and try our luck at one of the piers down in Oxford. They have some pretty decent piers down there to crab from, and since I didn't own a boat, it was either crab there, or rent a boat. I prefered to do it off of the pier anyhow, just me.
Having been down there a few times, we got accustomed to seeing some regulars, and two of them were a pair of dogs that used to pal around together; a Chesapeake Bay Retriever and a Black Lab. They no doubt lived close by, and several times during the course of the day, they would wander down to the pier to check things out, and take a swim. The Chesapeake Bay Retriever usually took the lead, but once in the water, they usually did their own thing.
Well, this one particular day was typically hot, probably about 90 degrees. Since the only thing biting were flies, we weren't paying a whole lot of attention to the lines, and were engaged in some typical useless conversation. We were just sort of hanging out, gazing at the lines now and again, when all of a sudden my brother Dave shouted, “what the h. . . , look at the line". One of the lines was going straight out and being tugged on like we had a shark on it. We jumped up and ran over to the edge and looked and there was the Chesapeake Bay Retriever chomping down on our bait, a nice sized hunk of Chicken. We tried to get her away from it by shouting and pulling on the line, but she wasn't having any of it. Finally, we let her have the Chicken, but kept an eye on the rest of the lines.
We played a game of cat and mouse for a good period of time. When we would walk away from the lines, she would swim towards the chicken. We would let her get within sniffing distance of the bait, and then we would quickly pull them in. After about a half hour, she tired of the game, and she and the Lab mosied on out and back to wherever they lived.
I haven't been back to that spot in years, and I would imagine that both of the dogs have since moved on to Dog Heaven. Looking back on it, she provided the highlight of an otherwise uneventful day. A memory for the three of us. The day we caught the biggest crab on a hand-line ever!
Bob Mathers has been involved with Network Marketing for several years. He also contributes articles from time to time on different topics. His current website is. Earn Money from Home With Your Own Internet Business