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Sustainable Fishindustry

Sustainable Fishing Theirs`s were small fishing vessels with painted eyes on the bow, the eyes of cunning The men went out early to catch the biggest fish with hooks and line and at what landlubbers called dawn they were back with the seas harvest Best price, their predawn caught of fresh fish. Sometimes the catch was small yet enough to set food on the table for the children and a few glasses of wine for the fisherman and provider Trawlers with big nets came this is business of today and never mind tomorrow. A sustainable tradition had come to an end the new master didn’t think of the future today the morrow can take care of itself. Not many fishermen`s left in the bay they are mostly old and their catch is enough for dinner of the day keeping the ghost of hunger at bay

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