THE FISH POLICE
Sep 20, 2021
3 minutes
BY KONSTANTIN RICHTER
On a Sunday afternoon in August, two days before New Zealand went into lockdown, a crowd of 60 or so gathered in a bowls clubhouse in Mangawhai to listen to some yarns about the glory days of piscatorial policing in the 1970s and 80s.
Poachers were glamorous back then, cinematic characters with pencil-thin moustaches and lots of street smarts, smuggling carloads full of mussels past manned checkpoints to sell to
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