I was sitting here editing this book I am writing and spaced out for a while looking up at a 10.5 lb lobster I caught, ate, and mounted a few years back and started thinking…
The lobster has about a two and a half foot “wingspan” and looks much stranger and scarier than an average sized lobster. Imagine it was say a couple hundred years ago and you swam off the beach out into the ocean. Just think of what a different place it would be. Lobsters of that size walking around the seafloor, looking like alien creatures ten, twelve, twenty pounds. Sharks everywhere, and aggressive too, not the tamed scared beasts that inhabit our waters today. No I am not saying sacred of me in my little fins, with my spear gun. I am saying scared of the constant threat, and pressure, and noise of boat traffic. I am convinced many of the big sharks simply avoid my area (pompano-miami) altogether. Big groupers would rule the reef forty to sixty pounds would be the norm. Not to mention, the clouds of bait, snappers, jacks, and other fish. All of this floating above huge ancient living coral.
Today it is all scarred, tore up by boat anchors, strewn with fishing line, sinkers, and garbage tossed from the fat, careless, man’s boat; cluttering the sea floor. The few paranoid fish that remain quiver and hide as the boats, lures, hooks and spear fishermen constantly grasp for them. It’s no existence really trying to avoid all of that while still needing to hunt and survive in what is left of your wild environment.
Just remember there was a time when the sea was full and lively. When the great fish and lobsters and sharks roamed the blue water and lived a true life. What’s left is not much, and I do so wonder what will come of it once we are gone.
Keep it clean out there, try to be conscientious of everything you do and it’s affect on our environment. Do what you can with what you have while you can do it to improve the ocean. I would love to see it in my lifetime regain even just a sliver of what it once was.