When I was a kid (and still to this day, to be honest), I always start turning over rocks when I’m down by the water.
The reason, of course, being the possibility of finding a crab.
As a kid, when we wanted to catch a big one, we also used to put some goodies on a clothespin, tied to a string.
The crab caught the little treat, and hung on for the ride up to our bucket.
It was such a thrill catching one.
Trying to pick them up without looking as shakingly afraid as I (and hopefully others) felt for those big claws.
Needless to say, they were all freed from the bucket to return to the wild.
But it’s a tough life being a crab.