As some locals say, it’s a wicked pissah of a good bargain. They toss me a fresh mackerel, and I stop screaming, harassing, and pooing on their gear. It’s a simple transaction, a fish for peace and quiet while they load up their catch.
I’m part of the tourist background for Motif Number One.
My ancestors and I have been participants in this little racket since the first fisherman showed up in the 1600s.
We are authentic Coastal New England! Got some fish?
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May as well toss one to the locals
Haddock yes. Mackerel? too oily.