I had been there probably about 30 years ago.

Returning there this morning at the break of dawn, it seemed like it was completely unchanged.

-Something about that side of Moloka'i is just so... haunting.

♪♪ My cousin, you know, Kekama, I've never seen him like that, so serious.

And it was my first time fishing with them.

-Uncle Mac Poepoe, he started by saying, "I'm not religious, I don't pray, but I do respect this place."

Mo'olelo, the legends of the place, he found very important and the respect of the fishermen.

He was just the keeper of the knowledge that had been handed down through generations that deserved respect.

Probably one of the most raw, just unspoiled beaches that I've ever been to.

But I couldn't help but notice the plastic pollution that happened to be everywhere.

Ocean pollution, that was something that, when I was here 30 years ago, wasn't there.

It's an international problem that we all need to start addressing.

-These mounds over here are all 'ohiki mounds.

It's a really vital part of the whole ecosystem, the fish they eat.

When you come, you look at all this, you know, everything is present, is there.

When you go look at the rocks, you look at all these limu that's growing, I think telling one big story, you know.

-It was really like he was hunting.

It wasn't just a by chance, "Oh, I threw a net and I caught fish."

One time when it was clear, perfectly clear water and I could actually see the fish, and Uncle Mac was crouched down.

He was waiting for the wave to come in because then the white water would make this cover on the -- on the top and the fish wouldn't see him, and that's when he would throw.

-Wow.

Mahalo ke Akua.

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