Lobster Tickling (spring break)

Not attaching a snorkel was a bad idea. After the first few dives, I was completely exhausted. I flippered my way back to the boat. My dad could tell I was drained. "Want a vest?" he offered. "No. Just a snorkel please!" I replied. He tossed me a bright blue snorkel and I quickly attached it to my goggles. Relief at least. Now able to breathe, I focused on the task at hand. Catching tonight's dinner. I swam over to Wendy, my tag team partner. It takes two people to catch lobsters. One to tickle and one to grab. She spotted a hole and waved me over. The ocean waves tried to direct me elsewhere but I managed to get where I needed to be. I gave Wendy the signal. Armed with my tickler, I dove under. I poked the long metal stick into the hole. I felt the first lobster. Using the angled end of the tickler, I tapped the lobster on its tail. Wondering what just hit it, the lobster meandered out of its home. Before realizing the trap, Wendy made her move. She grabbed him. We both swam to the surface. Using the measuring utensil on the tickler, I made sure the lobster was legal. From between eyes to the back of the head, the measurer fit perfectly. Just barely legal. We both paddled over to the boat, lobster in tow. Wendy placed our dinner into the boat's compartment for such things as lobsters, crab, and fish. Back to the sea we went. After raiding some traps, which is illegal, we headed home with four lobsters total. Not a bad haul for this late into the season.