These were my play pets while growing up in narleans. They are infested over there. Using other fishes caught off the rocks, we would tie a string and throw it back out there and pull these suckers in as they cling onto our lines. They tasted great over a fire. Actually, everything tasted great over an open fire, especially when you are hungry out there while playing tom hanks as survivor game of the castaway.
Fishermen in the southeast tends not to go for these crabs since they have little value. While catching our shrimps, we tend to catch a few basket of these as well and depending if we have a need for them, we'll just throw them back. The area where we dock our boat is the property of this guy I remembered they calling him Paul. Paul was nice enough to let my uncle dock at his dock and in exchange for a basket full of these crabs. Paul was a big heavy white guy so like fat kids like cake, he loved to eat them crabs.
There are 3 types of commercial fishermen in narleans that I know of. The shrimper and the tuna fish guys. The third group is reserved for cajun rednecks. They get yearly permits for a 30 day opener to catch and harvest alligator. They get payed by the length and not the pounds of these gators. They would bait them and while wrestling them on the line, they would shoot them gators in the head with a rifle gun. The job was so easy that even women can do it themselves. They have a documentary about the lives of these rednecks in the cajun bayou. Pretty interesting. You can tell they are uneducated and their careers are being passed down from generations to generations.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CrW2ZPhduM
Did I say I know only 3? Make that 4. The crawfish fishermen. In narleans and near my place, during the annual run, we catches them by the big bucketful. There goes this stretch of hwy to Slidell LA11 or highway 11, it is an elevated road with both sides have water. So on an annual crawfish migration, they would crawl slowly from one side to the other side. During season, the whole road is filled up with dead crawfish as cars and trucks would smash them. Imagine bugs hitting your car while driving during bug season. It is that many. So then we would pull up to the side and you see them on the grass just hanging out. It was easy harvest. Like hunting for Easter eggs but a lot easier.
It was an annual thing and a tradition with us Narleans folks. We live in a small town filled up with refugee living in project apartments. Behind our apartment is a body of water that holds gators and deadly water moccasin. Walk 2 miles away and you reach paradise, the inlet of the gulf of mexico's salt water where fishing was plentiful and exotic critters to be captured. During low tide, the adults would swim out and can harvest oyster. Paradise I tell ya.
I went on google map and start driving over there and saw my old bayou and what not. Thinking back, what the hell were we kids thinking? Gators infested swamp and deadly snakes galore, what were we thinking but hey, it was life and not knowing any better, it was the daily norm, kinda like how these gator hunters are living their lives.