Beal’s Lobster Pound in Northeast Harbor, ME.
The troops found this particular pound a few years ago and it has yet to disappoint.
The traps are piled right outside the door, fresh from the harbor.
Oh, hello little buddy! I am going to eat you! Ready to be dropped in the cooker. Yes, that’s the official name of the enormous vat of boiling water.
waiting to partake… while we prefer the harbor view, it was just too chilly this year to be outside.
before the carnage. mmm. he looks delicious!
the aftermath. it’s always over way too quickly.