I my youth summer evening were often spent catching crabs on the South River at the point between Church and Crab creek. Brother Bob and I would meet our friend Mike in our respective outboards , raft up, toss out the anchors and some stinky old chicken necks attached to cotton cord with steel shower curtain hooks . In the course of a sunset we’d typically we’d catch a half a dozen blue crabs. Not many and hardly worth it form the standpoint of crab catching but the real value of the was watching the sun set in the company friends.
These days when cruising the Virgins, we like to take George, the dinghy, for a spin in the evening poking in an out of all the little nooks and crannies . You never know what you might find. We haven’t caught any crabs yet but we have caught quite a few sunsets … in the company of friends.