Just like the mailman

Last week, I manned the winch to off-load traps in a thunderstorm, rain pelting down, standing on a piece of broken rubber mat and thinking how silly it was to be heisting traps during a lightning show.  The fishermen working to grapple back gear in Zone E had been out in it all morning, as is par for their course.

Today, in Zone B, it is sleeting, hailing, thundering with lightning, and blowing easterly -- and there are at least three fishing vessels out there hauling back ghost gear for the team.

Now I ask you -- how is a fisherman different from a mailman?  He may not deliver letters, but does indeed deliver.  As the captain of F/V Scorpio's Lady said this morning, "we're lobstermen -- a little easterly doesn't bother."