Posted on 09/16/2021 7:12:22 AM PDT by DUMBGRUNT
Amazingly, especially with that kind of (outdoor) job, she doesn't look 101. Maybe 75.
Another amazing story...on a few levels no less!
Her Face is probably on a Wanted Dead or Alive Poster at the Lobster Post Office.
Just think how many Lobsters she has sent to their Maker.
A body in motion stays in motion.
At first, we thought he was a grounds keeper because he was tending to some plants. We struck up a conversation, he asked if it was our first time there and if we liked the place/wine. We did, and after a while, he revealed he was the owner.
Very nice guy and pretty interesting life story...https://www.cgdiarie.com/our-story/
Dirigo --
"I lead."
An infectious smile.
Maine is the place of first light upon America.
101 (pronounced "one-oh-one") is a topic for beginners in any area. It has all the basic principles and concepts that are expected in a particular field.
This made my day and inspires me moving forward
My Grandma, RIP, used to swear that the oceans had a healing power, the salt water, the charged air. Maybe she was on to something.
My wife and I stayed at a cottage on the rocky coast of Maine just a few years ago, and I loved sleeping with the windows open and hearing the ocean, gulls and everything else. In my semi-sleep, beginning at 0400, I could hear the chugging lobster boats on the way out to check their traps.
One morning, I was awakened not by the chugging of a boat, but by the conversation of lobstermen about 100 yards off the shore of my little inlet.
I looked out the window, and saw two lobster boats anchored there. They had a purse seine, and were catching bait fish. I found out later that due to a law change in Maine, that year they had to abandon their normal bait fish (Atlantic Herring) and catch these other types, so they were all learning how to do it. You could see huge rivers of those fish swimming in schools, and the seals and ospreys were going after the same fish. (The lobstermen were catching their own for their own fleet instead of buying it from someone else due to rules changes, I would guess)
They would pull up the net full of fish, manually swing it around, position the bottom over one of the one or two dozen large blue plastic 55 gallon drums, and they would open the bottom to fill the drum, then swing it over to another one. When they had them all full, they would bring them all back and fill their coffers for all their boats to draw from.
Well, they were just learning. I must have gotten them on the day the new laws went into effect or something. And it took them a few hours...they couldn't get out of their own way. Extremely inefficient (there were six or seven guys between the two boats) and they were dumping fish all over the deck missing the barrels, running down their own lines, getting all tangled, etc.
Throughout all of it, there was one grizzled older guy with leather lungs swearing up a blue streak. (I was fully awake now, watching it all through my motion-correcting binoculars, so I was seeing all the facial expressions and everything) Here it was, 5:00 AM, and this guy is screaming at the top of his lungs:
OLD LOBSTERMAN: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? BACK IT DOWN, GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU STUPID #$@%&*! WHAAAT? GET YOUR $%##@*&+ IN GEAR. WHAT? WHAT DID I TELL YOU BEFORE? *&*^^%$+*&, WHAT ARE YOU A BUNCH OF *&^%$# IDIOTS? ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? DO YOU HAVE S*** BETWEEN YOUR EARS?"
And this went on for several hours, until they chugged away! For the rest of that week, they were out there every morning, but by the end, they knew what they were doing. They spent about a half hour doing this, had their catch, and steamed off!
Man, did I love that place. They stopped renting during the pandemic and aren't going to rent anymore. I loved that place, we had it for a few years. There were Bald Eagles all over the place, and while we were there, to parent eagles perched every day in a tree just a few yards from the house. Ospreys were coming and going, looking like so many torpedo bombers with the fish carried in the fore-and-aft posture between their talons...I have often wondered what the still wriggling fish thought of this view from a thousand feet above the water! "So THAT'S what it looks like from up here!"
View from the deck at night:
Never give up that Lobster License.....ever
That’s cool. I’d say his winery is a step up from the Cap’n.
As a ChemE PhD, he’s obviously an intelligent man, and as a business man he possesses “street smarts” as well.
—”The Cap’n rips the top of your mouth to shreds...”
Well, you’re not supposed to snarf down the entire box for breakfast!
Following healthy breakfast guidelines, 10g Asbestos Free Cap’n Crunch, milk not included. EAT AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Just as Fig Newtons are to be eaten by the sleeve, cereal is to be eaten by the box full.
—”Just think how many Lobsters she has sent to their Maker.”
And her two sons and that might have extended family in the business.
That said, most of the lobsters she catches are dispatched by others.
_”oceans had a healing power, the salt water, the charged air. Maybe she was on to something.”
All of that and connected to family and friends.
Studies of birth /death records show a solid correlation between the date of death and family events.
People can and do hang on for that special date.
Not so much for accident victims...
Just stay away from Corn Pops
BAAAAD cereal those Corn Pops...
My mom and her husband live near a place called the Villages in Florida.
A cop friend of mine there told me to watch out for the old ladies who have a shower brush hanging from their golf cart.
It’s a well known sign that they are slutty and cheap.
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