get on board, light the lamps, cast the nets, hold the planks, prepare the bucket, take a nap, wait till 8, pull together the boats, and begin to pull. pull, and pull, and pull, and pull, and pull. shake out the net, work your magic, empty your haul. repeat and/or fry. serve with lemon and salt.
Not even exaggerating, but I want to cry whenever I smell white pine needles made warm and crispy in the sun. The scent reminds me so much of late northern Ontario summers walking in the bush and, by extension, home.