Going fishing; growing up in Jacksonville

On Trout river there was a crab plant where they cooked and picked crab
meat to make crab cakes. Along side and adjacent to the plant was a dock
where the crab shells were thrown into the river. The mullet would scavenge
these crab shells. We would take cane polls with a three pronged gig hook
attached and snatch all the mullet we could carry. This was one way to
supplement our meager diet.

Going Fishing!
By L. Don Oliver

Going down to the Crab Plant,
Going to catch a mess of fish;
Going to butter them all up,
Going to get my very wish;

Mama works at the Crab Plant,
Making up those crab cakes;
They toss the shells in the river,
Going to get all the fish I can take;

There comes the hungry mullet,
Dining on those crab shells;
Poking my line in the water,
Don't mind those fishy smells;

Snatching up most of the mullet,
Like picking grapes from a vine;
Going to saute them all up,
More tastier than foreign wine;