Essay by messier September 2009

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The sun was shining bright on the morning of that Tuesday. The sky was cloudless, looking up to be a seemingly endless region of the color sapphire. The air was humid as always and the heat was beating down on us before we had even started. The calm waters gently hit against rocky walls. The sound of the sea waters rolling coupled up with the breeze of the sea filled me up with enthusiasm. I skipped happily, leading with a party of three to our destination, as I held the rods in my grip. The stroll to our destination was long but it was soothed by the calming sound of the waves as we enjoyed the scenic view. As we passed through the gates, we walked through the aisle, welcomed by fellow fishermen of all age, race and religion. Labrador Jetty was more vibrant than the last time I visited, five years ago.

I placed the rods down and took a breather after the long stroll. We seek refuge from the sweltering heat of the sun inside a small shade area. My father prepared the nets and the rods, while Daniel and Elvin followed me to scout the area to get a brief insight on what we may be catching. Unsurprisingly, the fishes caught were miserable in size. Nevertheless, it was their first time on the jetty and probably their first salt-water fishing trip. The entire atmosphere was just friendly and calming, unlike staying cropped up in my room going stale. The sun was all time bright but thankfully we had, although little, protection against the heat.

My father prepared 5 crab nets and 2 fishing rods. We started out with the crab nets, placing it in various places of the jetty, except the aisle. 15 minutes later...