Fully seventy percent of all lobsters harvested in New England are caught in Maine waters.
This is a terrible iPhone picture of a picture - too much glare, and it looks like my fingers are wrapped around the man's legs as though he was a paper doll! LOL! But, if you look closely - really, really closely - you will see the lobster claws he is hanging on to. They are enormous!
When the momma lobster gets ready to lay her eggs she lays on her back, curls up here tail and "extrudes" thousands of eggs no bigger than the head of pin. They're suspended there, in a jelly-glue mass for nine months! Those eggs that don't stick won't hatch, and they become seafood themselves for other critters.
Kinda like a frog doesn't look like a frog when it hatches, lobsters resemble insects because they don't have claws. Baby frogs are called tadpoles; baby lobsters are called larva. Over the next month the larva will transform itself by growing and shedding its shell three times. These lil' critters don't weigh anything so they are doomed to float around as bait until they get that final, heavier shell and sink to the bottom of the ocean. Now it becomes a game of hide-and-seek. As it grows it does more seeking than hiding - and that's when the lobster fisherman's trap gets 'em!
Some of those Maine lobsters live to be 100 years old and are as big as a small child at 27 pounds. They come in all different colors, the rarest being blue lobsters, but there are red, white and yellow spotted lobsters, too. They all turn red when you toss 'em in the boiler pot! Mmmm-mm-mmmm!