[MAKAI]

You bet it happens.
Tip of the proverbial ice berg.
Small potato for instance and I turned a blind eye to what the locals were up to.
In the back beach glory days there were many restaurants from p town to waltham you could trade a few bass for dinner and drinks for two.
Was common practice.
Neptune's hideaway, (long gone) give the owner a bag of fluke fillets and she'd let you have the room for a few days.
Dunes edge (again long gone) at the time would take a bucket of snorkeled up sea clams and give you a campsite for the night.
Yankee bartering, people will always find a way.
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