Lobster Argumentative Essay

As my father and I pulled our first lobster trap onto our seventeen foot Whaler on June 5, 2014, we noticed several shells of greenish-brown at the back of the trap, this was the day that we began our new found passion. As a blooming North-shore lobsterman, my appreciation for the work that food producers, specifically fisherman, put in daily to provide themselves with a living, as well as food for our communities. Integrating rapidly in to my life, lobstering endowed upon me both an occupation and a social opportunity. Lobstering, a physically strenuous job, requires arm, leg, and back strength in order to pull the lobster traps onto the side of the boat. While on the land a lobster trap weighs about twenty-five pounds, but when it's twenty to forty feet underwater commonly filled with five to fifteen pounds of lobster, the trap feels immensely heavier than just twenty-five pounds. Although pulling traps by myself is possible, using two or more people to pull up each trap lowers the chance of injury, so out of principle two …show more content…
Before beginning to lobster my summer revolved primarily around sailing (which I was not very fond of). Lobstering is in way like sailing, because you are out at sea as well as the amount of physical labor required. In my opinion the biggest difference between the two is that lobstering gives a great sense of satisfaction. Furthermore, there is no greater feeling in the world than pulling up ten to fifteen lobsters in a single pot. Nowadays when I have free time I enjoy drawing and working out the intricacies of anatomy of lobsters, because it gives me an otherworldly perspective on life. Facts like how lobsters have minimal eye sight, in exchange for a heightened scent and taste, excite me as it's not something I personally have or will ever experience. Even after the summer concludes, I still maintain my interest in lobsters, even though I do not have a chance to go out and catch

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