Some Folks Look To Make More Money Than Is Legally Possible With A Small Boat
Almost two years ago, I first wrote about going out fishing at night and a common technique that we use to catch more fish. On our family’s little boat we call it “night tree fishing“ while some folks in Trinidad call it “table fishing” or “log fishing”. A good skipper and only one helper can make some relatively good money this way and many Bajans support their families with only a tiny boat.
You will never get rich fishing with a small boat, but you can survive if you work hard and get lucky occasionally. And yes, some of us are “luckier” than some others. Of course, some of us work harder too!
Luck, hard work, knowledge and good techniques are all fine – but the fisherfolk hate it when they have been out all night setting up a tree, and then those bad old charter fishing boats come out of Bridgetown and just drag by OUR tree to steal OUR fish. Some bad blood and words happen over that. Even talk of shots fired a few years ago although it was only talk.
Theft is what it is. Nothing but theft from charter boat people who already can make US$1000 in one day.
Whispers Around The Waterfront
Big money is nothing to the charter boats, but if you take a couple of large kingfish from folk in a small open boat you are stealing right from their children’s table.
But it happens all the time and folks get a little desperate. Never greedy, understand. More desperate. And then you hear whispers around that so-and-so who isn’t very lucky fishing has a new GPS given to him by a “friend”. And we look at each other and think “I doan want no friends like they friends.”
So it is no surprise that some people make a couple of “extra” trips a month way off shore. And sometimes when certain boats are offshore it is a funny thing that you will see the same fellows sitting out by Grantley Adams runway talking or maybe doing a little kissy kissy in the car with their girlfriends.
They might be kissy kissy but they have one eye on that certain hanger where those two shark-mouthed aircraft sit like hungry predators in their caves. If the predators come out, the kissy kissy stops and phone calls are made. Of course, there are also those who claim to know in advance when the shark-mouths will fly.
The police and the Coast Guard will never stop the coastal runners – there’s just too much money to be made and folks get desperate on this island so there are always those who are willing to take a chance once in a while.
But not me.
When I watch my son sleeping or see the smile on my woman’s face when I come home, I know that I could never put the ones I love at risk. I could never take a chance on making an “extra trip” no matter how bad things are.
But don’t think that I haven’t thought about it a few times.