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Inside Look : Sarasota Stone Crabbing

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In what seems a lifetime ago, my husband and I owned a marina shipstore in Nokomis — a busy dock on the Intracoastal Waterway that had a long history of serving local fishing legends.  We sold fuel, bait, snacks, beer and ice (all must-haves on the water) to commercial fishermen, recreational anglers, rental boaters, and families, and it was a great experience.

When October rolled around, I looked forward to seeing the stone crabbers — a larger-than-life, hard-working, salty bunch who told colorful tales.  As season got into full swing, our early morning dock was filled with diesel-smelling boats and guys wearing overalls and white boots, and they were all filled with hope of a big haul of claws each day.  Our job was to get them out on the water as soon as possible, armed with fuel, hot coffee, cheese danish and sandwiches.  Once they returned (usually to grab a cheeseburger and a cold beer) I saw results of their hard work and I heard their stories.

That’s when I realized that stone crabbing is a tough business.  It’s not only physically demanding, it’s also significantly impacted by a number of factors.  And our crabber friends were quick to share reasons about why a haul of claws wasn’t as expected on a tough day. . .things like starfish or octopus getting into traps, a full moon (a half moon, a new moon, or no moon at all), water was too clear (or too rough), crabs weren’t eating bait in the traps, a hint of red tide, traps lost in a storm, floats caught in boat propellers, the water was too warm (or too cool), and many more.  The list was long!  Some days produced high yield but other days, very little.  Some seasons started strong, some did not.  When conditions were good, the crab gods were shining on them.  When things weren’t good, the entire universe was conspiring against them.  It was a roller-coaster of ups and downs.  With so many challenges, I realized that it’s amazing when this tasty crab ever gets to market!   If the season starts off slowly, the early catch can be a precious commodity because buyers have customers clamoring for claws.  Crabbers are anxious to fill orders, but if they’re not able to get them, it’s a stressful and depressing time (trust me, I’ve heard and seen it all).  But when crabs are bountiful, the world is a wonderful place for a crabber.

I especially love the story an old fisherman told me about the ‘old days’ when crabbers would deliver their first baskets of claws to the many bars and restaurants where they had run up (sometimes significant) tabs, with promises of paying up with their first haul.  Sounds like a good deal!   Working with the crabbers afforded me the opportunity to see that even though it’s a lot of work, it’s in their blood.  I once heard a guy say “If you don’t love it, you won’t stick with it,” which is basically why they come back, season after season, even when times are tough.

Stone crab is harvested between October 15 and May 15.  Depending on how prolific the season has been, price per pound may cause you to have heart palpitations at the seafood market, but it’s worth it to enjoy this annual Florida delicacy.   They’re typically served cold with mustard sauce, which nicely complements the rich, sweet crab, but they can also be served warm, plunged into a vessel of drawn butter.  You can’t go wrong either way.  Plan to serve about 5-6 claws (about 1 pound) per person.

Note: in the top photo, the Stone Crab claws are freshly harvested and uncooked.  When cooked, they take on that beautiful red color we all love:


My real name is Debra (Debbie Sue). Sarah is a nickname given to me in high school. My husband has always called me that so here in Florida It's all I am known by. I was born and raised in Illinois. My son and I moved to Colorado in 1982. I taught school for 17 years. Then I ran a homeschooling/preschool/daycare until 2006 when I moved to Florida after my son, Bobby died suddenly. He was almost 26. Danny and I live and work at a state park here. I miss the mountains and climate of Colorado. I miss snow and the four seasons. I miss Bobby.

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