The tide was out, and the old man plodded through the mud, stopping to poke and dig every few feet. From our campsite a few hundred meters away, we guessed at what he was doing. Curiosity prodded us to walk down and investigate.
As we got closer we could see the trail of holes he’d left in the mud behind him. We finally caught up. He went along digging, and we peeked into his red bucket. Octopuses! Little purple ones, fresh from the sucking mud.