Last night was a rough crabbing night. Frank headed out in the dinghy to drop the pot outside the seawall. When he returned to pick it up it was empty so he decided to move and drop it again. It was really choppy by then, too. He consulted his paper chartlet, estimated his location relative to some nearby buoys, and dropped the pot. Then the unthinkable happened--the buoy disappeared below the water. He hoped that a seal had grabbed it to play, but after about a half hour of searching he headed back in. He was pretty upset about the investment possibly being on the bottom now. I was happy he was back safe.
In a last ditch effort, I headed out in the dinghy this afternoon at the low low tide to see if maybe it was dropped just a little deep and would now poke its head out. But alas, there was no pot. I will not be deterred! I'm off to shop to get ready for the weekend!