He met us by the jetty
8am sharpish
Skidding into the bollards
In a 4 seat 18 ft tinny
Helped my mother
And heavily pregnant wife
Onto the boat with alacrity
He promised us crabs
Maybe a Barra
Tides willing
Given their scarcity
We skipped over the chop
To West Arm
8 traps were laid
Ropes over mangroves for security
An hour later
We checked our traps
Only to discover the pots empty
Biding time we cruised
To an estuary
Where rods were cast inexpertly
Despite our lack of skill
My wife went in for the kill
And hooked a 68cm Barra
Almost instantly
Hoping reeling in 7 pounds
Would help her push out 7 pounds
Fishing unfortunately
Doesn’t work that way
© shaun patrick green 2014
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