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Published 1986
If the shrimp man no longer cries his wares in the streets of Charleston and Savannah, there are still a few remnants of the “mosquito fleet” who throw their nets into creeks, inlets, and rivers to reap the tiny sweet shrimp of the low country. These shrimp were once so abundant that they were served three times a day and no breakfast was complete without them.