Me and the Mighty Lobstermen!
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Okay so I got my nonecommerical lobster license, bought 5 really cheap traps from my neighbor and set them out off the coast of this island where I saw a lot of other traps. I hauled 3 of them and got 5 keepers! All hail Hoss the mighty lobsterman!
On another note the real lobstermen are assholes! They cut one of my traps because some guy considered it his territory. Secondly I live on a road that goes right down to my towns marina as well as 2 private marinas and a tourist trap seafood shack. Anyway our town put a speed bump on the road to keep people from speeding but the lobstermen come roaring down this road at like 5 in the morning and honk there horns as loud as they can and for like 10 seconds. The other night my neighbor got pissed and jumped in his car followed this one guy who did it and told him he'd file a harrasment charge. BTW these lobsterman aren't like the stereotypical bear belly but ripped arms kind of guy. There like these 25 year old scrawny assholes who drive these huge ass dodge trucks. Its all quiet for the next 48 hours we think we've won the battle BUT THEN! the fuckers tack there huge ass truck drop the snow plow down and rip the fucking speed bump out! Well our neighbors were pissed we called the police but they said it would be a few days so my neighbor just went out and put it back in himself. By the way its mad out of this light metal and its pretty small, they install it every summer. So anyway I'm gonna sit out on watch I think and wait for the fucker that rips it out again memorize his license plate number and just call the cops. Problem is though if they figure out I have a nonecommerical license for fun and figure out what my buoy color is they're just gonna go cut them all!
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