Trawling. Just the verb is cool. I never imagined that I would actually be able to experience it. The morning we set out was picturesque, not a cloud in the sky. We boarded Capt. Jimmy’s boat and set out upon the area just before the river meets the ocean.
Working as a team, we tossed the heavy net into the water. Greg was assigned door man, meaning he kicked off the heavy pieces of wood attached to the net. He had to hold the net giving it a chance to fill with water before we started letting out the line. Grace and Lilah let out the line hand over hand until there was one coil of line left, which was when I yelled “Drop Line!”.
Then we waited. For about 20 minutes.
Greg and our instructor pulled in the now even heavier net.
They dumped it.
We explored it.
We were amazed by it.
We were intrigued by it.
We were giddy over it.
The specimens we collected were carefully transported back to the Consortium and placed into either observation tubs or tanks. We were careful to take only one of each animal.
When we left, they were returned to their native environment. (except for Mr. Puffer who is going to stay awhile longer in a 500 gallon tank)
This was one experience I will treasure. I filed it under the Way Cool Category!