Originally posted by MrBillM
I am hurt that my Blue Days don't meet with your approval, but that's the way it was and so what !
Actually, I've never killed a Blue, but that's probably only because I never boated one. I've never felt any compassion towards Sharks. Back in my
surfing days, I would have been happy to see them all gone. There was always that uneasy feeling dangling my legs in the water outside the break.
IF they're mostly gone, my Dead Dad and his Dead Cousin can be credited with doing their part and someone else's too. They racked up the numbers and
it wasn't to eat. They threw them all back. They just enjoyed the kill.
The most unique event I remember (other than the pic event) was when they cut open a Blue and there were little Blues inside. Until that moment, I
hadn't known that the little critters were perfect miniatures of mammy when born. Took two of them home in the bait tank to show around, but they
were dead when we got back to Inglewood.
My Dad was one of those "empty out the ocean" anglers. We'd fish Rockcod year round and bring home Gunnysacks full to give away to friends and
neighbors. None of that sport stuff. High test line and bring in as many as possible. I used to sit out on the bow and top-fish for Mackerel with a
light rod while they cranked like machines.
Part of his antipathy came from going down over a hundred feet with a six-gang leader and a pound or so sinker and coming up with fish heads. That
last 50 feet or so was a race with the Blues.
He would have killed them anyway, though. Whether it was fish, rabbits, quail or whatever, he tried to kill as many as possible.
That's Life. |