ing out the back of the boat but his body language is showing that I'm probably going to shorten this long line in to two separate ones when we move them. Moose looks a little

me know when they got to sixty. They just kept on dropping. The bottom looked good, the depth was good, everything said crab so I let them keep droppin

movements he's laughing. "Ummmm I think I see a few more up that way though..." Moose starts insinuating as he pulls the next rope through the table and points up north east with the gaff before putting it down. "Probably three more Miles" Scott chimed in emphasizing the word miles. "Yeah I thought

les. Dogs stay in the wheelhouse while we work. Dogs stay in the wheelhouse while we're underway. The dog restroom is on the front of the boat, although he doesn't like to 'go' on the boat and waits till we get to the dock anyway. Dogs don't leave the boat at any dock without an escort. He kn

ive enough time for either of them to make it to the front of the boat and back. I'd rather them not mess up the perfect spacing they had in the line. I gave the engine a slight rev for Scott to drop his cleared trap a little early, and intentionally kept the boat too far out of reach from the next buoy. They both look at the

two minute break. "I don't know how you missed that one, they looked pretty straight" Scott laughed as he handed me a water from the cooler. I just shrugged my shoulders. Patrón awoke from his nap mid circle noti

n que. Scott looked like he was back to his work mode and they both seemed happier after a short water break. Neither of them would've asked and I'd never tell them

tched Moose gaff the buoy and Scott slide the trap before he laid down directly behind me with his head on the armrest so I could pet his soft ears. That's been his oth

" I tell the guys