We finally found a visitor center open and had the nicest lady who was very helpful. This was in beautiful old south town of Hattiesburg where my late Great Aunt Sue lived. Aunt Sue was one of the kindest, gentle, & caring women I’ve ever known. As we traveled down the road we spent many miles telling stories about my Aunt Sue. One of those stories was when Susan & I were about 8-10 years old and visiting we went crabbing at the dock while Aunt Sue was cooking. We caught a bucket crabs and brought them back to the house. I had the idea that we needed to transfer the crabs into a clean bucket of water (not the best thing to do for several reasons). When I went to pickup one of the crabs he latched onto my thumb, at that point I let out a yell and did a half revolution of my arm over to an old tree stump splattering the crab into 1000 pieces and barely missing Susan.
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