Cornholio
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- Feb 3, 2012
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As of lately I have been feeling like a bit of a hypocrite. I am a catch and release fisherman who releases my fish in the name of conservation, but yet I buy fish from the store that comes from the ocean. The oceans are being depleted of fish as we speak. Out of sight out of mind I guess..
Anyhow, today I decided that I would keep a wild brown trout from a local stream. It wasn't the first fish that I have ever kept nor the first animal that I have ever killed. I keep some warmwater species and do some small game hunting every year, so killing is something that I have been accustomed to. I just want to gain a better perspective of loss and sacrifice in relation to food in a way that is close to home for me personally. My logic may be a little strange, but whatever...
So the stream I went to is a small stream that flows along a dirt road with little traffic. I was standing at a bend pool that is tight to the road when the 13 inch brown struck my fly. Being a guy who hates to see an animal suffer I normally just smack them over the head with a rock or stick instead of letting them flop around on a stringer. Since the water was cold I didn't want to reach in the stream to grab a rock, and there was 6 inches of snow on the ground that covered all sticks of the proper bludgeoning size. So, I did what any reasonable human being would do; I laid the fish in the snow and gave it a couple of good cracks with my fist. That's when I heard the car drive past. I looked up to see two small children in the backseat of an SUV staring at me with a look of pure terror on their faces. I then did the first thing that came to my mind which was smile and wave. In hindsight I think that may have made me look slightly crazier... And I am sure those kids will always remember the strange man who was laying in the snow along a back road beating a fish to death.
Anyhow, today I decided that I would keep a wild brown trout from a local stream. It wasn't the first fish that I have ever kept nor the first animal that I have ever killed. I keep some warmwater species and do some small game hunting every year, so killing is something that I have been accustomed to. I just want to gain a better perspective of loss and sacrifice in relation to food in a way that is close to home for me personally. My logic may be a little strange, but whatever...
So the stream I went to is a small stream that flows along a dirt road with little traffic. I was standing at a bend pool that is tight to the road when the 13 inch brown struck my fly. Being a guy who hates to see an animal suffer I normally just smack them over the head with a rock or stick instead of letting them flop around on a stringer. Since the water was cold I didn't want to reach in the stream to grab a rock, and there was 6 inches of snow on the ground that covered all sticks of the proper bludgeoning size. So, I did what any reasonable human being would do; I laid the fish in the snow and gave it a couple of good cracks with my fist. That's when I heard the car drive past. I looked up to see two small children in the backseat of an SUV staring at me with a look of pure terror on their faces. I then did the first thing that came to my mind which was smile and wave. In hindsight I think that may have made me look slightly crazier... And I am sure those kids will always remember the strange man who was laying in the snow along a back road beating a fish to death.