Summer at Pawleys Island

Pawleyschildren crabbing

Summer. Sun. Salt.

Mud. Fiddlers. Oyster Shells.

Sticks. String. Weight.

Net. Bucket. Chicken Necks.

Cousins. Boys. Girls.

One for each.

Tide runs out. Big Blue Crabs Biting.

You Can See Them.

Roll The String Up Easy. Scoop The Net Underneath.

Got Him! Big Claws Reaching High.

Turn The Net Over. Quick! Into The Bucket, Scratching, Dancing.

Sun Rises Higher. Hot, Hot, Hot!

Someone Comes Halfway Down The Dock.

We Have To Stop.

Our Bucket Is Full. Teeming With Scrambling Crabs.

Our Chicken Necks, Hanging Tattered.

We Make It Halfway With The Bucket and Gear.

Our Wonder Is Done. Grand mama Does The Rest.

Blue Crabs For Supper. We Eat On The Porch.

Summer At Pawleys Island.

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