We go crabbing at low tied with a big plastic tub being pulled behind us, tied by a rope to our waist. We use a crab rake to poke into the holes and under ledges and stuff and they grab onto the rake and then they're lifted and deposited into the tub. It's a safe process for hands, but one's feet are always in mortal danger. :)
I don't go much, only once every few years but Faith's uncle and aunt live right on the beech in an off-grid house, totally self-sufficient, and they go all the time. I tend to have a constant supply of pickled crab, scallops and calamari. ;) (All without having to lift a finger.)
Oh, man. You are lucky. That is just fantastic.
The muddy area of the Golf of Paria, where you can sink up to your waist, has little cat fish at the bottom. It's the closest one can het to walking on landmines.
Lol, landmine fish!
Here we just wait for low tide and off we go...I don't mean off the beaches of Adelaide city, more just north of there. When the tide goes out it reveals little channels that snake around the place...Seaweed grows on top and in the channel itself is where the crabs hide. I always wear closed shoes, old runners of something, otherwise I might come back minus a few toes. The furthest I'd sunk is about knee deep in the soft sand but that's rare.
That's like cheating, isn't it? Don't have to lift a finger?
My first ex had an aunt and uncle that lived on Vashon Island. We'd go visit and they'd send us home with 5 lbs (2kg) of clam meat. They had lived in interior (Fairbanks) Alaska for 40 years and he just loved digging clams. What a good deal that was!
Well, when we're there I go fishing and crabbing with Gary and help with the prep, but it's 5 hours away so it's not too often. He always has stuff on the go, and trades it for other foods people make and produce so we tend to get some nice gear now and then. 🙂