Spider Crab, red gold that is treated with great care by the master fishermen, because its fragility fractures them and they die, and when dead it has no value. Respect is felt for this crab that only occurs in the clean and cold waters near the poles, which barely grows one centimeter per year (so say those who know about this) and I have already seen some whose shells exceeded 20. I imagine these Little animals in the muddy bottom of the Beagle Channel, sometimes more than 150 meters deep, unaware that up there there is another world that is not water to which they will be dragged so as not to return unless they are adolescent females or males who do not They have made the grade. But the latter will not tell the rest of the end of the trap that I am setting up, and that I incarnate again to leave it again at the bottom of the sea.
Today the canal was calm. A clear morning day that has allowed the sun to warm our face and hands after many freezing days. Not too much spider crab, at least in the first traps, and a small setback repairing the cones that a wolf has broken in its eagerness to eat the bait. The last two lines, in deeper waters and less sheltered by the islets, have saved the day and added a bit of excitement to the boat, there it was really moved ...
