Six lobstah, waiting for their hot bath. When we left Southwest Harbor, we wished we would have dipped a couple more lobstah from Bob Hinckley's live box for dinner. We didn't let that stop us. While cruising to our anchorage, we stopped a lobster boat, named Miss Whitney, that was out checking his traps, bought six, and when we got into our anchorage, we had three for lunch, and lobstah rolls for dinner. Doesn't get any fresher than that. Still not tired of them!