Ann has 13 jobs listed on their profile. Lobstering is rhythm and speed. I dreamt of lobsters and awoke the next day slightly sore but itching to get back on the boat. RJ Summer Dream Job as Sternman on the Lobster Boat - YouTube The doves wouldn’t understand that, they were light. “We’ve only got 45 pair to haul.” In Maine, everyone knows someone who knows a lobsterman; two weeks ago, I’d gotten Leigh’s number and called her to ask for a job. Luna Soley is a student at Bowdoin College. John runs Calendar Islands Maine Lobster Company, a coop owned by Maine lobstermen and chefs who create gourmet lobster products from their catch. The sternman retrieved and measured the specimens from the “parlor” while the sternwoman retrieved and measured the specimens from the “kitchen,” simultaneously re-baiting the trap. Dawn viewed from the helm of the Khristy Michelle, a 44-foot custom-built lobster boat. These helpers are called sternmen because their duties — handling traps and gear — are performed in the rear of the boat. I kayaked from the landing on the north side of the island to the harbor each morning in a sweatshirt hacked off at the elbows, a spray skirt stretched tight over my Carhartts. Soon, I heard the low rumble of a diesel engine, familiar to me from many years along Maine’s coast. A few minutes later, John’s regular sternman Levi Gloden, a 22-year-old from Oxford, bounded down the ramp and hopped on. Scrapes on my arms became infected from the rusty metal of the traps. But I’m afraid to weigh my worth. The crew usually consists of the boat captain and one or two sternmen, sometimes referred to as deck hands. This involves replacing runners, patching wire and mending the heads. Blair Drinkwater and Sternman Daniel Hendricks located in Spruce Head, Maine are ready and willing to help you with your "Maine Fix." If I was going to be lonely, I decided, then let me be lonely. Near the end of our last string, a tiny silver fish flopped onto the rail. Luna Soley reflects on a time of loneliness, hard work, and natural beauty. Maine Lobster Marketing Collaborative Copyright 2019. Maine. Looking for something else? I guess my skin absorbed the last of it in my sleep. When I did go lobster I hand hauled 100 traps in a 12’ skiff. It had been so luminous and bright, the prettiest thing. I am a lawyer-turned-communications consultant, a wife and mother of three; that morning, sitting on the dock waiting, I was nervous as a kid right out of school about to start my first job. Off we set, the gray sky lightening slightly but threatening rain with a south easterly breeze. John splits his time between lobstering and running his business, but he still sets 800 traps. Next to me, Leigh was speeding toward the last pair, fish forgotten. 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