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Another day, another crab-hunting expedition...
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Roddy said…
A young rock fisherman in the making. Keep your eyes on the sea young Henry.
1 June 2010 at 20:59
Carola said…
Hey Kris, another great titel. And what a lovely photo.

From Wadi Halfa, north of Sudan. It is HOT and desert. But there is the Lake Nasser.
2 June 2010 at 00:17
Misfit in Paradise said…
You have all these fabulous photos! Now I have a request. Some pics of your neighborhood please. I can't tell if you live in city, suburbs, farm (maybe not that)... etc.
2 June 2010 at 01:01
Jason said…
Krispy on a farm... lol.
2 June 2010 at 04:28
Sue said…
Aaah crab-hunting...a fave pastime once for us too. I remember taking some home and keeping them as pets for a long time...feeding them bits of Macca burgers...'til I convinced a very young Cody how cruel it was to keep them from their natural habitat! We then returned them whence they came and I like to think they lived a long and happy life after that, telling tales to their grandchildren about their strange adventures living in a small flat with a young boy who loved them very much!!!!
2 June 2010 at 23:12
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, don't warn him!

Carola, keep the hat on!

Misfit, I will try.

Bundy23, farms smell.

Sue, crabs eating Big Macs? Never!
4 June 2010 at 13:19
Roddy said…
He is my grandson, and I will enlighten him as to the peril that is the sea.
I'm sure that you heard of the family in Sydney that was wiped out whilst rock fishing. Five in total.
4 June 2010 at 17:15
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