It started yesterday and ends tonight and not a minute too soon.
I have a plan to one day ride to Maine and eat a lobster roll which consists I am told of cold lobster and mayonnaise wrapped in a hot dog bun. People say it is delicious but I have to wonder. Lobster is a delicacy so I o end up eating it from time to time though I cannot imagine spending a perfectly good morning chasing lobsters underwater.
So these two July days see thousands of amateurs with only the vaguest knowledge of local waters and a tenuous grasp on the rules invade the Keys and get first dibs on the much sought after Florida lobster. Which some people say is much inferior to the North Atlantic version but on that I have no opinion.
Not everyone has the wherewithal to bring a boat but nothing daunted they set up camp by the side of the road and jump in anyhow and scrape around looking for te tell tale anenna of lobster lurking under rocks. There are limits on where exactly you can hunt including staying offshore a certain distance and not hunting in canals but enforcement is a huge task.
It was a beautiful day to be out on te water and I regret tha 2013 may be another year when we keep futzing around on land so much we don't get the skiff in the water ourselves.
Lobster mini season s one of those times in the Keys when you have to assume everyone is a little less focused than usual and one must drive accordingly.
I tried sitting in my folding chair with a book -Aurelio Zen by Michael Dibdin is my summer read this year- but Cheyenne with her usual precise sense of timing decided she wasn't going to amuse herself or leave me alone so reluctantly I landed us in the midst of the fray.
It's an odd business really, you can't spear them you can only tickle the to persuade them to come out of their lairs. You can't use compressed air, you must rely on what you carry in your lungs. You can only take lobster with tails of a certain length.
Imagine. A lobster will live 120 years if you leave it alone.
Locals maneuver their way between the busy keen amateurs. Some sit on the rocks, above, and watch, while others, below, go about their business as usual.