While fishing today, I cast out, saw some action on the line, felt a little fight and then ... nothing. Experience has taught me that there is now a good chance that the worm on my hook has been stolen and I will need to reapply bait.
And so, I reel in the line. Now, at my little fishing spot, on the north end of my property, I invariably have to reel back through a patch of weeds. As I set my pole on the picnic table on my pier, I see something on the hook. It looks small and black. I assume at first glance that a portion of the worm survived the incident and I will be able to just reapply some more worm on top of this remnant.
A closer examination, however, initially confused me. That's no worm. What is that thing?
I have to take my glasses off to look at anything close up (even my bifocals are no good for very close up inspection). And, lo and behold, I see that I have hooked ... a small snail!
I'm honestly asking the question. Might this possibly be the world record smallest living organism ever caught by a fish hook?
Granted, every time you reel in, there are microbes on the hook smaller than this guy. But I can dip my finger in the water and bring up microbes.
This snail was actually caught by the tip of the barb of that hook.
Mirabile dictu, the little guy survived! As I removed him from the hook, I saw that the snail had contracted safely into his shell.
This picture doesn't really show well the scale of just how small this thing was. I use small hooks because, fact is, you can catch even the biggest fish with a small hook, but you can't catch small fish with a big hook. The leader the hook is on provides a bit of perspective on the relatively small size of the hook and, therefore, the tininess of that snail!
I practice catch and release. And so, back in the water he went!
Looking forward to catching you again some day, Mr. Snail. When you're bigger and can put up more of a fight...
Keith Massey was born and raised in Madison, Wisconsin. He has his doctorate
from the University of Wisconsin-Madison in Biblical Hebrew, with a
minor in Arabic. After 9/11, he served as an Arabic linguist at the NSA.
He is currently a Latin teacher at a public high school in New Jersey.
Keith is the author of Intermediate Arabic for Dummies.
His fiction novels follow the adventures of Andrew Valquist, roughly
patterned after himself--a man born and raised in Wisconsin who gets
pulled into the world of international intrigue.
Keith's novels are A Place of Brightness, Amor Vincit Omnia: An Andrew Valquist Adventure, Next Stop: Spanish, and In Saecula Saeculorum.
Keith Massey, PhD (University of Wisconsin-Madison). Latin Teacher, Author, Musician, Eastern Orthodox Priest
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De gustibus: Eating Crap in Romania...
The Romanian word for carp is, obviously linguistically related to English, crap.
When I was a young boy in Wisconsin, we used to go carp fishing all the time. It was great fun because carp can be huge! They put up an awesome fight. By Wisconsin law, you are forbidden to return a caught carp to the water, since they are non-indigenous to North America.
We caught carp, but we never would have thought of eating a carp.
But the Romanians love crap, as they call it.
I just took this picture at our local supermarket in Bucharest, Romania. This product is a mixture of crap eggs and sour cream and other things.
Romanians love to eat crap on bread.
They eat crap deep fried, roasted, breaded. They just love to eat crap.
I've never been able to get past the psychological block that we, back in Wisconsin, just never ate crap. And I'm not going to start eating crap here in Romania.
And so, de gustibus, Romanians. Enjoy your crap...
When I was a young boy in Wisconsin, we used to go carp fishing all the time. It was great fun because carp can be huge! They put up an awesome fight. By Wisconsin law, you are forbidden to return a caught carp to the water, since they are non-indigenous to North America.
We caught carp, but we never would have thought of eating a carp.
But the Romanians love crap, as they call it.
I just took this picture at our local supermarket in Bucharest, Romania. This product is a mixture of crap eggs and sour cream and other things.
Romanians love to eat crap on bread.
They eat crap deep fried, roasted, breaded. They just love to eat crap.
I've never been able to get past the psychological block that we, back in Wisconsin, just never ate crap. And I'm not going to start eating crap here in Romania.
And so, de gustibus, Romanians. Enjoy your crap...
Monday, October 10, 2011
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