


I would like to begin by acknowledging that I am in the coastal Wawenock lands, unceded territory of the Wabanaki People.
I fish my traps in the Weskeag River, a short tidal river in Knox County, with head waters in the towns of South Thomaston, and Owls Head where I grew up.
I grew up here in Owls Head Maine, and even when I was thousands of miles away, I never really left. Though my father, a WWII veteran worked for the federal government, most of my family worked in the fisheries. My grandfather who was Finnish American owned a trawler and Captained it for many years out of Rockland Harbor. My Uncle was a lobsterman and along with several great uncles and many cousins and friends, nudged me in the direction of commercial fishing too. But that was then. I left the commercial fisheries to go to college and follow other passions. Decades later, I've returned to the commercial fisheries, this time to catch green crabs, an invasive species wreaking havoc to our marine ecosystem.
As a business proposition I started Maine Green Crabs to provide a means for the customer to take action in addressing global warming and asserting cultural values though utilizing an invasive species as an affordable, nutritious, and culturally significant food source.
![Green Crab Song Re-Recording Contest!
Think you can put your own spin on my Maine Green Crab song? I’m looking for a fun new recording!
The winner will:
* Get a one-of-a-kind (well except for cool green crab people who already got one) Green Crab necklace made from an Icelandic 50 Krona coin
* Receive a sample of my Green Crab Hand Balm
* Receive full recognition and creative credit for anything I put it on.
All styles are welcomefolk, rock, sea shanty, punk, acoustic, or something completely unexpected.
Have fun with it!
Share your recording via a YouTube or Instagram link throughout green crab week so everyone can hear, show me what you’ve got!
May the best crab song win!
Maine green crab song
[Verse]
On the rocky coast where the pine trees sway, There’s a new kind of catch, that’s here to stay, Invasive green crabs, they’ve come to invade, But we’ll turn the tables and make ‘em pay.
[Verse 2]
Out on the dock with my old man’s net,
We pull ‘em in, it’s the best catch yet,
Green shells shining in the cold mornin’ light, Tonight we’re havin’ a seafood delight.
[Chorus]
Green crabs in Maine, fry
‘em up right,
A little butter, lemon, what a sight,
From the ocean blue to a hot iron pan,
We’re takin’ back our waters, doin’ what we can.
[Verse 3]
Used to be clams, now it’s crabs instead,
We’re cookin’ up a storm with homemade bread, Gatherin’ round the fire when the day is done, These green crabs taste like victory won.
[Bridge]
Mother Nature gave us this curious plight,
But you’ll find us fryin’ crabs every night, With family and friends, the laughter and cheers, We’re turnin’ invasions into souvenirs.
[Chorus]
Green crabs in Maine, fry
‘em up right,
A little butter, lemon, what a sight,
From the ocean blue to a hot iron pan,
We’re takin’ back our waters, doin’ what we can.
No actual crabs need apply.](https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.82787-15/722116243_18009753038922338_7142713727297917102_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0xJUFMuYmVzdF9pbWFnZV91cmxnZW4uQzMifQ%3D%3D&_nc_ohc=IQMyBZjtCykQ7kNvwEiJDg0&_nc_oc=Adq0ozCvnhqkLY1xlvbRx8fPPa6xPjV19dBLl2gmDIRdJY4hX8opx-CYOd_e6QBASQg&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=5wOg8TRgADVhR0E_523GoQ&_nc_tpa=Q5bMBQEQGBNkE8S8w2Jb5WZJ4-Rh2qKYZ_oj6XkV4jbjwWUNTlxYPb4XNc7HixuUAP5dGeXfRh98a4Y7&oh=00_Af8XgDfZIlxxTxPfmDWuh71bb_Fr1PmTMYYDkHmc8HSsqw&oe=6A41C1A5)
































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