Try crab in Chesapeake Bay

“Pap, my dad, his brothers and I had crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge before dawn to crab in Crab Alley on the Eastern Shore. We sat in an old wooden skiff and baited our hand lines with razor necks that we had dug ourselves. Then, each of us dropped our line overboard to wait and watch. When a line went taut, we pulled gently upward, then simultaneously dipped the net under the catch and hauled it over the gunwale. We boiled the blue claws in beer and water and spread newspapers over the picnic table for lunch. I yanked off the shell, carefully scraped out the "devils" (which every kid that grew up near the Bay knew were deadly if eaten), cleaned out the innards, broke the crab in half, snapped off a back fin and stuck the clump of meat straight into my mouth.”