Sausage Carnival

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Lobsters to Race in Sausage Festival First

Rusty Stockpot is from a distinguished racing family. His grandfather twice won the Maine state finals in the early days of racing; his father, also a distinguished racer, led the movement to add important safety regulations to lobster racing in the 1990s. Rusty lives in one of the more upscale sections of Frenchman's Bay, in a spacious home decorated with the family's racing memorabilia. This easy life hasn't let him lose sight of the tough old days when Grandpa was racing, or the less-than-spacious home his father grew up in. Rusty shows every bit of the drive that has made his family famous. "The word 'Stockpot'," he says, "still strikes fear into the dorsal heart of any lobster."

Red Hardback is racing for a comeback from a spectacular crackup last season that many speculated would end his racing career. Fans were shocked to see him spin out into the barrier wall in an carapace-busting pileup that caused the rest of the racers to finish under the yellow caution flag last Fourth of July. From his hospital bed, he was famously quoted as saying: "Just wait till my next molt, and I'll be back!" Back he is, with a new carapace befitting his name.

Rusty Stockpot being held

Rocky Dweller
Rocky Dweller has looked to racing as a way out of a neighborhood so Downeast that it hasn't got a real name. "When I was a hatchling," he recalls, "times were tough. But darn if we weren't tougher!" That's the most any interviewer can get out of this crusty old Mainer, so taciturn that he makes the rest of the state's famously close-mouthed residents look like jabbering magpies by comparison. Fans of this old-timer say that everything he has to say to others comes out in his racing.

Shelly Craw is determined to make her mark in a sport that has so far been dominated by male lobsters. "I want to show everybody that a female isn't any softer on the outside than any other lobster," she says. Shelly Craw grew up just off the shore of greater Cranberry Isle, and still draws on the serenity of the open ocean to center her focus in the tense moments before a race. Her other interests include playing the koto, a large Japanese string instrument whose spiritual music has calmed the Japanese aristocracy for centuries. Shelly Craw

Drew Butter Drew Butter doesn't miss the big city life of Boston Harbor one bit since he moved to just off Bald Porcupine Island two years ago. "I don't miss all the noise and mud from the Big Dig, that's for sure," he says. He has found local racing fans to be more devoted than fans in Boston; the quiet life and loyal fans have honed his racing skills. "There's just too many things going on at once down there," he points out. "I mean, flavored mineral water at four dollars a bottle, what's next for those city folk?"

Whitey Zinfandel is a racer first, but a true bluegrass fan as a close second. His relaxed style is evident in the way he kicks back with his pit crew in a mountain-style jam session. "The Appalachians seem far away from the ocean floor, but that high lonesome sound...sometimes it's lonesome being a bottom feeder, too, you know." Whitey is anything but a bottom feeder on the track, though, taking top honors and plenty of prize money in tracks all along the coast of Maine.

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