Lobstering is very important here in Maine : a close family friend was so good, other lobstermen would simply follow him around and drop their traps right next to his.
He was of the generation where you rowed out to pull traps. He finally got a motorized boat, and in the day, it was powered by a Chevy engine.
It moved like lightning, being a light boat (at 35 feet, no less).
He was letting me drive it back to the harbor one time. You would probably think, no big whoop.
Hah. He was one of the original lobstermen, and his recommended route was very close to shore. Rocks, ledges, bars and stuff.
I nearly passed out. I suspect not a good move when you are at the helm of a fast-moving boat.
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