An environmentalist from the Audubon Society objects to enlarging the size of the catch or extending the length of the season.
“Shorebirds have evolved to time their migration to the availability of horseshoe crab eggs,” she explains. These pearly-green eggs are laid in holes, on sandy beaches, then buried. A single clutch contains thousands of eggs.
One fisherman says in a loud aside, “Birds are birds. Let them eat bird seed.”
"Those crabs are attracted to spat like flies to a spill of coke,” he says. “They’re as bad as rabbits in a carrot patch.”
All this discussion surrounds a creature that predates dinosaurs and will be cut into quarters for conch bait. But then I remember what Bobby told me about conch.
“As a kid, I used to pick conch off the beach and give them to the old Italians in town. Now I get $60 a bushel for them.”
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