Bart Bear's Blog

We had to change our crab hunting strategy. It turned out that Scruffy wasn't as slow as I thought and after a while he figured out that Santa's elves couldn't fit down crab-holes. Then he started to complain that I was having all the fun. So I upgraded him to crab-whacker and the reign of terror really began as far as Fiji crabs were concerned. It turns out that Scruff, despite his small size, can swing a bigger stick than I can. He is also a dead shot and can belt a crab way out into the water with just one swipe. Between the two of us we made the beaches we visited totally safe for toes while we were there. By now the crabs should have recovered, so take your bear with you when you travel.

Labels: Captain Cook, crabs, cruising, Fiji