Jason and the Skunkmeister before the fishing trip:

Jason during the trip, fish on:

The Skunkmeister during the trip, giving advice:

Jason after the trip, enjoying his catch:

The Skunkmeister after the trip, working on the boat:

It’s a darn good thing I was there, that’s all I’ll say.

Every July 4th, we have a tradition. We sweep the kitchen floor, grab some live lobsters, paint numbers on their backs, set ‘em down, and bang, they’re off at the gun. First lobster to the other end of the kitchen floor wins and gets to live an extra three minutes. Usually, no lobster makes it to the other end of the kitchen floor, so we just take the one who has worked the hardest and proclaim him the winner. Gentlemen’s bets are common, because throw-away money is scarce in these parts.

Well, I was planning to video the lobster race this year, so that I could share the fun with you all. But this year has been busier than most, so I made an executive decision at race time. I looked in the bag, called it a draw, and, about 20 minutes later, here we were. Believe me, this photo is more exciting than the video would have been anyway. There may be a few who can fish better than I can, but there is no one who can eat lobster better than I can.