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Originally Posted by DZ
It's funny you say that. My father in law is now 99. About 10 years ago he wanted to experience lobstering. A local lobster fishermen from Jamestown said he would take him out but my FIL had to work for it. He spent the day lobstering. When we picked him up at the end of the day we asked him how it went. He said something to the effect of; "Once I stopped puking from setting up the bait rings everything was great!"
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I can't begin to explain why it was so much fun, because it was such hard work, although for me much of it was seeing the huge smile on my son's face, but I would have happily done it by myself. Fortunately for me, I have a terribly deviated septum, and therefore about a 20% sense of smell, so the stench doesn't bother me at all.
If I retire with a few marbles still rolling around, and still with some physical abilities, I'd love to get a little downeaster, and retire either to the Pt Judith area or the Cape, and fish and have maybe 10 lobster pots.