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Went shrimping
for the first time today, just along for the ride
on
a
neighbor's boat. It feels like an
ancient practice, though lightened by
tech
advances--115 hp motor, electric assist winch,
alloys and plastics in
every
component. The bait, traps, and lines were
all to be expected, but what
startled me was the practice of ripping the
live
shrimp in half. With their
iridescent eyes so
prominent, I
just couldn't do it, volunteered
instead to pull all the pots--haul
up the traps
at a
steady rate to keep the catch in its cage.
It wearied my arms, blistered
my fingers,
tore skin open in three places from
barehanding wet rope, but
what hurt most was
watching so
much
life
expire.
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