borrowed a dory from the late James Hayter, a veteran of 105 of the First Great War. We arrived at Boughton Island in the late afternoon and had some supper and a sleep at Mother’s...

LOBSTER FISHING

I went to see a fellow that worked on the wharf before and we decided to build a fleet of lobster traps to fish the season next spring, the year of 1939. We built 150 traps each, knit the heads, made our buoys, bought a Shelburne Dory, 17’ bottom, got a $40.00 fisherman's loan to buy rope, etc. and were ready for fishing the first of May 1939 ........

Sunday afternoon, the 30th of April, a blizzard struck, a freak snow storm with strong winds. Lloyd King and myself had our dory loaded with gear on the East coast of Boughton Island. We had the dory on rollers ready to push off for the big day. We went down to the shore to look the situation over and decided to cover the dory with a couple of doors from an old factory, formerly Eastern Canneries, to keep the snow from mixing among our gear. Then we went back to the shanty and sat around watching the weather situation, as all fishermen were no doubt doing. The storm abated and cleared off about 2 am. The moon was shining with huge big white clouds passing overhead. We were the only dory fishermen at this time and since the night appeared reasonably calm and promising we decided on taking a chance and left before the 6 o’clock dead-line. We realized that we had to compete with motor boats and we had only two sets of oars....We launched the dory and set out for the fishing grounds between the east end of Boughton Island and Browns Cape, just east of Annandale. We sat on the grounds to the north-east direction until daylight when we then dropped killock and buoy. Lloyd King was at the oars and l was running the lines out, when all of a sudden, before we had the first line out, a blinding snow storm with high north-east winds struck. We couldn’t row back and we had a load of rope so we dipped our killock over when the line was run and held our main body of the line. The two of us hauled back to the northeast which we did six times, so we had our lines run. Of course the wind kept carrying us further out. As luck was, we had to let go off our previous line each time to get a berth and so we were going a little further to sea, but we were getting the dory lighter. We did this trick six times and the last killock we kept in the bow of the dory and let her tail off in the storm because the storm

gale was going past the island of Boughton and Cape George on the 57