water spout sighting KW 7/2007
We never meant to crash their hunt and gather lobster fest.
It just so happened that our decision to stay in Key West for a month, coincided with the celebrated two days in July for lobster hunting. Our presence caught their five year tradition by surprise.
We were given the directive by the English school marm caretaker aka cat woman to be on our best behavior.
The morning they arrived, we eyed each other warily.
"Are you Hemingways?" I asked.
"Nah... just mostly morons," he replied.
despite the fact that they looked at us as encroachers to their territory...the ice was broken.
The ringleader had long tubular bag that reached down to his knees-- and he was attaching it to his waist.
With his mask, fins, snorkel, motorized scooter, net, ruler and tickle stick-
he was quite ready to do battle.
Whether it was with a lion or a lobster-- I was not quite sure.
"May I come?" I asked.
any opportunity to skin dive while attempting to catch dinner, seemed like a good idea.
"Well hurry the he** up," he said.
the man was serious.
"Meet me by that stationary platform out in the middle of the water."
eyeing his underwater scooter that was about to propel him to our meeting spot,
I grabbed my mask, fins and snorkel and without further ado-- dove right in.
The Bobster.
Thanks for the coconuts Ronnie.
Chesca, Carole and Leeann (proud Ronnie in the background)
Melissa, Tyler and Jimmy
Erika and the girls
Rich: Liz wants to talk to you.
Melissa, Michael and Amanda
The things we do for fresh lobster.
