Prey for me

One of our lobster pots, about to go in for the season

Everything we do has an effort-to-payoff ratio, which I pay close attention to. The lower the E:P ratio – that is, the lower the effort and the higher the payoff – the happier I am. If it’s too high, I’m inclined to quit. Low enough, and I consider doing it professionally.
Sea salt anchors the low [...]

While I was out

The lobsters that should have been Bob's

As my regular readers (both of them!) know, our lobster pots have been languishing at the bottom of Cape Cod Bay for over a month. We’ve been prevented from retrieving them by a combination of bad luck, cowardice (mine), and an inexorable north wind.
Yesterday morning was a window of opportunity and, since I’m in Albuquerque, [...]

Pot luck

Barnstable Harbor

Yesterday, we checked our lobster pots for the first time.
The day before, though, we tried to check our lobster pots for the first time.
We consulted the weather forecast in the morning, and it looked like the wind, which was blowing out of the north at about eight knots, was going to pick up as the [...]

This is progress

Ten pots, ready to go

In order to discover which of the plants and animals around us are good to eat, some brave soul has to go first. Fortunately for us, most of the testing has already been done, and we can find out what’s edible by checking Wikipedia. Our ancestors, though, had to bite the bullet and go with [...]

It’s a trap

Mihály Csíkszentmihályi

Some time last fall Kevin and I learned that, here in the great state of Massachusetts, ordinary people are allowed to lobster. You need a permit, and you have to follow the rules, but any Joe Citizen is allowed to put out up to ten lobster traps, pretty much anywhere he thinks there might be [...]

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