From the article “they’ve also reached agreements on introducing new processing licences and increasing processing limits, in an effort to promote more competition”
I’m not 100% sure but it seems an increase in processing limits means an increase in finishing?
My concern is that with an increase in the artificial limits already in place it will strain an ecosystem that is already reaching a tipping point and potentially a full collapse in a few generations.
Ohh well, I suppose our children will tell their children it was worth it as for a brief moment in time we increased shareholders profits.
I don’t know jack diddly about fishing laws, but when I read the story I thought the processing limits were per processing plant. Not the total limits. I very well could be wrong.
I do know that my parents lived in Newfoundland in the '60s. My dad would go out with a friend on their little boat, drop a line with a hook overboard, jig it a little, and cod would swim up and bite the hook. Nothing on the hook, just a plain hook, but there were so many cod it was ridiculous. I think it’s a bare fraction of what it used to be.
And I love that comic. I’ve shared it so many times over the years.
Seemed more like a way for fishermen to make more money, have better control over their lives, than any changing of yearly catch limits.
From the article “they’ve also reached agreements on introducing new processing licences and increasing processing limits, in an effort to promote more competition”
I’m not 100% sure but it seems an increase in processing limits means an increase in finishing?
My concern is that with an increase in the artificial limits already in place it will strain an ecosystem that is already reaching a tipping point and potentially a full collapse in a few generations.
Ohh well, I suppose our children will tell their children it was worth it as for a brief moment in time we increased shareholders profits.
I don’t know jack diddly about fishing laws, but when I read the story I thought the processing limits were per processing plant. Not the total limits. I very well could be wrong.
I do know that my parents lived in Newfoundland in the '60s. My dad would go out with a friend on their little boat, drop a line with a hook overboard, jig it a little, and cod would swim up and bite the hook. Nothing on the hook, just a plain hook, but there were so many cod it was ridiculous. I think it’s a bare fraction of what it used to be.
And I love that comic. I’ve shared it so many times over the years.