This day was to consist of me heading out onto the water with an indigenous lobster fishing boat. The day before I spoke with a couple of fishermen about the possibility of going out. I arrived at the harbor where I was invited out by a couple of people from another boat. Having gone out
The first thing you hear is sirens. Is it the fire department? Ambulance? Police? You are a bit drowsy since you are waking up in the middle of the night. It is the fire department driving by with their sirens on. You hear one, two, three go by. At this point, I was kinda awake.
I spent the first night in Saulnierville, waking up every hour on the hour to make sure I didn’t miss anything. A lot of the content of the late-night protests were coming from amateur video and I wanted to make sure I captured it, if it was to happen. It was now Sunday. At this
I had been watching the lobster fishing dispute for some time. There was plenty of content being shared online by Mi’kmaw people as well as some in support of the commercial fishermen. This allowed me to get a real sense of what was going on. My first assignment came in when the West Pubnico lobster