BassyiusMaximus
10-06-2006, 09:38 AM
Here is one strange, sort of philosophical thought or thoughts.
Some nights, when it is late, and I have my cooler full of eels and a whole lot of quiet. I'm scrounging about the eel cage trying to get an eel and once I get one just right in the burlap cloth and the eel freezes and it seems like it is bracing for the metal, I sometimes get this weird feeling and or thought, and here it is.
'Could these eels really be the reincarnations of people who had done bad things in their former life? I also think that these eels, like pigs or dolphin/Flipper, know what they are in for, it is almost like I can see it in their eyes.' Then I hook them up, and sometimes I can imagine what it would be like if someone were to stick a hook under my jaw and rip it out my nose or between my eyes, and wait!, it isn't done yet. Then I am hoisted up and tossed into the water, much like the Romans would throw the criminals to the lions and watch them get eaten, or what the guy with no face wanted to do to Dr. Hannibal Lecter with the wild pigs/boars. And if things go well for the fisherman, there will be bass all around, big nasty bass that just want to inhale that eel like Jonah was in the whale. Or even worse for that eel, bluefish, and like a good Jaws episode, bits and pieces of the eel get chopped off but it doesn't die, no, despite getting all sorts of bite marks and having only, maybe 20% of its body/head left, it still wiggles and is still alive, only to be tossed out again to see if the big bass or bluefish or anything will come to eat it.
Could this be the punishment for those kind of people who prey on the weak? Is this too deep and philosophical? Should we vote for Deval Patrick? Now don't get me wrong, the eel is still my friend, and like many of you, if one catches me one big bass or many, I'll think about letting it go no matter how many bites it has or how badly its lips are ripped out or how blind it is, sometimes Bassyius just wonders . . .
Here is where the revenge part comes in. One night, my eel twists itself up in to a mono-pretzel. I'm trying to untangle it when the eel wraps its body around my finger like a hungry anaconda on a hapless gazelle and the hook point of the 5/0 Gamma hook is right in my left pointer finger and it seemed like the eel knew it and proceeded to squeeze the hook deeply into my finger. I was worried because I had no idea of the strength potential of this thing, and thankfully it didn't have much in it after the initial squeeze. I thought about torturing this thing as retribution but didn't. After I got the eel off, the hook off, re-rigged, I put it on the hook and casted it out. I'll be sure to not let that happen again.
Some nights, when it is late, and I have my cooler full of eels and a whole lot of quiet. I'm scrounging about the eel cage trying to get an eel and once I get one just right in the burlap cloth and the eel freezes and it seems like it is bracing for the metal, I sometimes get this weird feeling and or thought, and here it is.
'Could these eels really be the reincarnations of people who had done bad things in their former life? I also think that these eels, like pigs or dolphin/Flipper, know what they are in for, it is almost like I can see it in their eyes.' Then I hook them up, and sometimes I can imagine what it would be like if someone were to stick a hook under my jaw and rip it out my nose or between my eyes, and wait!, it isn't done yet. Then I am hoisted up and tossed into the water, much like the Romans would throw the criminals to the lions and watch them get eaten, or what the guy with no face wanted to do to Dr. Hannibal Lecter with the wild pigs/boars. And if things go well for the fisherman, there will be bass all around, big nasty bass that just want to inhale that eel like Jonah was in the whale. Or even worse for that eel, bluefish, and like a good Jaws episode, bits and pieces of the eel get chopped off but it doesn't die, no, despite getting all sorts of bite marks and having only, maybe 20% of its body/head left, it still wiggles and is still alive, only to be tossed out again to see if the big bass or bluefish or anything will come to eat it.
Could this be the punishment for those kind of people who prey on the weak? Is this too deep and philosophical? Should we vote for Deval Patrick? Now don't get me wrong, the eel is still my friend, and like many of you, if one catches me one big bass or many, I'll think about letting it go no matter how many bites it has or how badly its lips are ripped out or how blind it is, sometimes Bassyius just wonders . . .
Here is where the revenge part comes in. One night, my eel twists itself up in to a mono-pretzel. I'm trying to untangle it when the eel wraps its body around my finger like a hungry anaconda on a hapless gazelle and the hook point of the 5/0 Gamma hook is right in my left pointer finger and it seemed like the eel knew it and proceeded to squeeze the hook deeply into my finger. I was worried because I had no idea of the strength potential of this thing, and thankfully it didn't have much in it after the initial squeeze. I thought about torturing this thing as retribution but didn't. After I got the eel off, the hook off, re-rigged, I put it on the hook and casted it out. I'll be sure to not let that happen again.