#68: Dock Crabbing With Henry

This was another effort to make fishing more of a family activity and engage Henry in it. We tossed a couple rings off the dock down in Brighton, Oregon, and mostly got skunked.  One giant keeper. Then I set about gathering my daily limit of 72 mussels from the sides of the dock to get my money's worth. It all came together in an excellent seafood pasta.

I could tell Henry was happy just taking in the milieu -- the rocking of the dock, the lap of the waves, the chatter of the gulls, the breeze and the sun and the boats chugging to and fro.