MURR LEDGES A lobster boat hauls traps amidst the vapor on a frigid December morning. Long before daybreak the men rise, layer on their warmest clothing, and head for their boats. Engines turn over and the hum breaks the silence of the still morning air. Soon, the scent of diesel engine exhaust is everywhere as the fishing fleet fans onto the waters of the Bay of Fundy. No one will doubt the hazards of the profession or question the determination it demands from fishermen everywhere.

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