Today I touched my first krill. It was small, it was squishy, it was dead. I spent 10 hours on the Calanus II today, the Department of Fisheries and Oceans Coast Guard boat. It was quite the experience in the French language, smoking and 'les hostie filets'. This isn't your momma's fishing experience.
Fisherwoman Kelly, taking a break
Apparantly you need to smoke this many packs per day to be a real fisherman.
Welcome to my office.
Not a long post today, tired. Also when I told the fishermen about the Halak trade, I've never heard so much French profanity.
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