I used to terrorize the tide pools along the beaches of Port Orford/Cape Blanco, Oregon, when growing up. One particularly memorable time was going down to Coast Guard Cove, accessible only by descending a very steep hillside into a rocky cove that has the remnants of an old coast guard boathouse (burned in the 1980s by vandals). The boathouse had served as a marine science lab in the 60s and earl 70s because the cove was a perfect, gigantic tide pool.
When I was 13 years old a guy named Danny and I both went down at low tide and saw an octopus, I'd say 4 or so feet long if stretched out. Danny jumped in and got hold of a tentacle and started hollering for me to help. I managed to nab another, and we pulled and pulled and tugged and pulled, but the octopus won! We both got tugged back, slipped and fell into the drink! Octopus got away, and we just sat there laughing and feeling stupid.
When I was 13 years old a guy named Danny and I both went down at low tide and saw an octopus, I'd say 4 or so feet long if stretched out. Danny jumped in and got hold of a tentacle and started hollering for me to help. I managed to nab another, and we pulled and pulled and tugged and pulled, but the octopus won! We both got tugged back, slipped and fell into the drink! Octopus got away, and we just sat there laughing and feeling stupid.
