When I woke up this morning I was already trembling as to what my day would bring, thinking back of the slaughter I had just witness the day before. The sounds, the cries, their tales splashing, the banging from the boats was burned into my mind. I could only hope for a better day. Wow, was it ever! Again I was out at lookout point with fellow guardian Bob. By 9:30am the banger boats were returning to the harbor, empty handed. Hooray! That in its … Read More
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