Low-Tech Fishing at Madras Beach

Just a pile of logs? 

 

There are rare times in a photographer's life when one seems to enter an almost magical time and place where wonderful pictures are on every hand, like low-hanging fruit just waiting to be picked.

It was like that on Madras beach that early February morning in 1992. As the sleeper on the beach in my previous post tried to catch a few more winks, the beach was coming to life all around her. Or maybe him. It could have been one of the fishermen waiting for the action to start.

One of the first things I saw when I came down to the shore were piles of roughly shaped logs. 

Lashing the logs together to make a crude boat 

 

I had no idea what they were until some young men pulled one of the piles down to the water's edge and began to lash them together with ropes. In a few minutes they had fashioned a rudimentary raft-boat, pushed it out through the surf, stepped a mast and small sail, and begun fishing.

Launching out through the surf

 

Photographs and text copyright 2022, David B.Jenkins.

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My book, Backroads and Byways of Georgia, is now out of print, although copies are apparently still available from Amazon, and possibly other sources. The second edition is now in the editing stage and is scheduled to be released on December 6th.