Them crabs look kinda small. If white crab inside the bay, them poacher would boil it on the spot and eat them and throw the evidences overboard.
Young and night trips were the thing to do as a young adult while growing up. My fondest memories were warm summer nights and by early morning, it got cold and going home all salty and icky feeling. Blessed be the person who has to drive home and see that rising sun though.
A few times, we went deep crabbing but a few of us bought our clubbing clothing with us. Some ditched crabbing to go clubbing. Club be out by 2am and we would meet up with the crabbing crew which is just around the corner. Fun times.