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...where my uncles were commercial fishermen. Your story brought me back to so many images of those shrimpers, how fast those guys could head shrimp with both hands. My uncle made and repaired nets in the off season. EVERYbody drank beer, All. Day. Long. The taverns on the water were always filled with shrimpers in the mornings and afternoons when they were done with their haul. Good memories.