setting the traps
5/1/2012 8:42:00 PM
Today was the first day of the Lobster fishing season in PEI. I tend to miss my dad when I see photos of boats setting sail loaded to the brim with traps. My dad fished for years, pretty much throughout my childhood. I asked him about it once after he retired. He said he had butterflies in his stomach every time he went out.

You see my Dad's dad was a fisherman. The trade was passed down. My dad's passion was mechanics. He could rebuild anything. I suppose the butterflies had something to do with the fact that my father never learned how to swim. There had been some close calls for my dad at sea too. I recall a time he told about sailing out in rough waters to rescue another fisherman who couldn't make it in. My dad had a bigger boat than anyone in the harbour, so he knew he was the only chance that fisherman had to make it back in that day.

To me that's dedication. I was happy to see my dad retire and start a business fixing alternators and starters. He began to follow his passions and spend his days doing something he enjoyed most. But I'll bet he was out on the water this morning watching over his 3 sons and his grandson as they set the first traps of the season.
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