So everybody is busy casting for shrimp or bait fish, taking turns as polite professional fisherfolk, when an obvious neophyte barges in and starts casting without exhibiting the standard protocol, quickly fouling other cast nets with errant throws. A few Christian souls try to guide him in the right direction, but the bozo continues messing up the area for the others. On one of his casts he catches a big bluepoint crab that gives some difficulty being removed from the net. So bozo catches him with two fingers on the back of the shell - the place where crabs aren't supposed to be able to reach you with their claws - only this crab evidently didn't know that, reaching under his shell with a powerful red claw to pinch bozo's thumb and hang on.
The kid turned his back to the rest of the crowd, most of whom had noticed his predicament, and struggled to break free of the big crab. Little whining sounds came from his throat as the strong pincers broke skin and a trickle of blood ran down the guy's hand. Finally he simply broke the claw off at the body, the pincer still attached to his thumb. The other fishermen grinned when they heard the distinct crack.
One grizzled old Cajun fisherman, in a voice as droll as humanly possible, said loudly, "I don't know about the rest of y'all, but when a crab gets ahold of me like that, I holler." The crowd erupted in raucous laughter.
The kid was