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This is more a story about the fish than the photo. I've always held the belief that if a story starts out "This is the truth" it's BS. However, This is the truth (and there were other witnesses). So I'm in the Bolsa Chica wetland walking toward the point near the nesting area when 2 Ospreys come fling in from the south very fast took everyone by surprise. Some tried to get a shot of them because the one in the lead is carrying a big fish. As it passes over head it drops the fish and the fish falls maybe 25 feet into some bushes on the rocks. Everyone was talking about the birds flying over and dropping the fish. I look over the edge to see where the fish might have landed and there was this Heron poking around the bush like he was after something. We watched for a few minutes and I turned to take a few shots of a pelican party that was going on and when I came back the heron had the fish that the Osprey dropped. (I took this snapshot). The others all got different angles and got their pictures too. The one guy was down lower on the rocks but could only see him from behind. He watch the heron take the fish to the water edge and thought it was going to rinse it off dropped it in to the water's edge but the fish swam away. Now this fish was snagged by an osprey, flown through the air at top Osprey speed, fell about 25 feet to the rocks and bushes, grabbed by a Great Blue Heron which was going to rinse it off and it got away. 2 disappointed Osprey, 1 disappointed heron and one happy fish.
Finding a captive audience in this juvenile Herring Gull (2nd CY), the Canada Goose appears to tell the gull his often repeated fish story. A little bird humor. I went to see a rare visitor in the form of a Slaty-backed Gull which I saw, but I found this photo more interesting despite two very common birds in this photo. Mississauga, Ontario
No Cell Phones are Allowed in Deans 40&7 Barber Shop. Purple Hair is OK!
Old National Highway (40 Hwy) Blue Springs, Missouri USA
Divine fish appears with message for mankind
by J.F. Chénier
Chennai, India In what is believed to be his tenth incarnation, Lord Vishnu “the Preserver” appeared to 87 year old Sag Aloo, a fisherman from the state of Tamil Nadu in India, as a 0.73 kg (1.6 pound) red snapper.
Sag had just pulled in his nets after a long day without a single catch, and was despondently rowing back to shore, when he heard a loud thud behind him. “When I turned around, I saw that a fish had leapt into the boat. He was a good size and very meaty - definitely a fryer.”
It was then that the fish spoke, announcing that he was the Lord Vishnu, and had an important message for mankind. At first, Sag was skeptical, “After all, it is not every day that you meet the Lord Vishnu – Ganesha or Hanuman, sure thing, but Lord Vishnu? It all seemed very fishy to me.”
A discussion ensued, and eventually Sag was convinced. “He just knew too many things that only Vishnu would know.”
Sag, who had received a cell phone for his last birthday, immediately called his family on shore so they could prepare for Vishnu’s arrival. “My wife is very, very devout, and was tremendously excited – and my grandson, who has been wanting a pet, asked if we could keep him.” Looking to the horizon, and choked with emotion, Sag added, “Everyone was so very happy.”
When his call ended, Sag turned back to find that Lord Vishnu, who had been making an “annoying throat clearing noise” just a few moments before, was dead. Sag was despondent – and then a miracle happened. The image of Buddha appeared in the dead fish’s eye.
“There is no question the fish was Lord Vishnu,” says Professor Nehru of Chennai Community College. “The image was very clear, and any semi-literate person would have immediately realized that there was nothing unusual about Vishnu coming to Earth as a fish. In his first incarnation, Lord Vishnu was the fish Matsya, and warned of an impending flood. Unfortunately, the message he wished to share this time will forever remain a mystery.”
Thanks to the miracle image, Lord Vishnu brought a very good price at the Kottivakkam market, and was, according to the purchaser (who asked to remain anonymous), “a bit tough, but really quite tasty.”
[picture above is of Lord Vishnu in a bin at Kottivakkam fish market]
Harrison River , I liked my Sigma 12-24 before full frame , now I love it . One of the last warn , sunny days . Now believe or not we have snow in Vancouver and it is supposed to stay for a bit.
PS – I’m not affiliated with the Heaver’s Gate Cult – just a title :-)
Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
When I weave a tale, it's magic time!
But more seriously, thanks to my brother Alan for making this brief clip with my iPhone. As a senior video editor with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, he knows how to frame a shot - even if I don't deliver the fascinating narrative expected.
As noted above, the fish was caught at Sambaa Deh Falls Territorial Park, which is located at the junction of Highway 1 and the Sambaa Deh (which translates from the Slavey language as Trout River). The fish is a Pickerel, or a Walleye, depending on what you want to call it. I caught it on a 3/8th ounce jig rigged with a yellow Mr. Twister tail. That was a very effective lure throughout our trip - a slow, steady retrieval - often just raising the rod tip - did the trick.
The fishing spot, known officially as the Fishing Hole, is on the west bank downriver from the bridge and is the only fishable location in the immediate vicinity. The main trail is pretty obvious and the cutoff down to the water is well signed. Below the highway the Sambaa Deh runs at least several kilometres through a deep canyon. Fortunately there is a cleft in the cliff that provides an excellent if somewhat step path to the fishing spot. The river is fast flowing and the area capable of holding fish is fairly small - you can see most of it behind me. Earlier in June there are sometimes Grayling and Pickerel here in good numbers. On our mid-June visit Northern Pike dominated.
There is heritage in rust, the history of having been there and having the stories to tell about it. This is my dad's fishing tackle box, a J.C. Higgins from Sears & Roebucks. I'm sure it's older than me and the stories it could tell of fishing trips and fish stories about the one that got away. The little bench has a story to tell as well and is even older, with a history that goes back to Frick Park in Point Breeze when my dad worked for the City Forestry Division after serving in the Korean War. These little benches were in bad shape with rusty carriage bolts and rotting wood, they were being tossed away and replaced with new benches. My dad seeing some good in them, brought 2 them home and restored them, grinding off the rust on the legs, repainting them, replacing the rusted bolts with new ones and the rotten wood with new redwood, this one was at my grandmother's house for decades, when she passed on it was given to me. Heritage is a living thing, pass it on.
A Steelhead too big for the frying pan...
That's my little brother trying to peek over the stick... or wooden spoon or whatever it was that we managed to get the silly thing hanging from...also my sisters and Mom...I took the picture.
My Dad and brother wrestled the thing for some time once they hooked it...( just like Roger in his story)... til they finally landed it...
It was their only Steelhead in all their trips to the Fraser River in B. C. where they caught it.
I remember they used to tie some type of fish roe in little bits of Mom's old nylons to put on for bait.... and they fished from the shore of the Fraser... a dangerous fast flowing river ... you'd wonder they would catch things in there.
Ha! Roger showed up... go over to his site and see his fish!
Out of the Archives: On August 11, 1914, workers were placing massive masonry for the new Kensico Dam. It would replace an older, smaller dam and hold a larger supply of clean water for the rapidly growing population of NYC.
Pre-construction prep at the old reservoir included capturing hundreds of fish in 500-foot nets and bringing them to a new home at Rye Reservoir, which eventually became part of the expanded Kensico Reservoir. Fishing is still allowed at Kensico… on a smaller scale.
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My dad was born in 1928 and sometimes his birthday falls on Thanksgiving. He died in 2008 just after Father’s Day, which made it really tough to get all that Father’s Day Sale spam email in the first couple years after he passed. I was so grateful I had called him that Sunday to wish him a happy father’s day, even though he wasn’t the most talkative person (unlike my mom) and we often just stuck with the weather. He had become disabled when I was about three years old, so my mom had to go to work to support a family of five and cover his medical bills. I think it depressed him at the time, to be unable to be the family’s breadwinner, and he was emotionally absent during my childhood, although he was always there to chauffeur us kids to wherever we needed to be. For Father’s Day, most kids would buy their father a necktie, but my dad usually wore his old farmer’s overalls, or blue jeans, with a flannel shirt and one of his seed corn caps.
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Dick's Bait & Tackle Shop - St. Joseph, Missouri USA -
It's Not How Deep You Fish, It's How You Wiggle Your Worm!
OH! THE BIGGEST FISH THAT EVER WAS CAUGHT WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
THE OTHER DAY, WHILE WE WERE OUT,
I HOOKED THE LARGEST KIND OF TROUT.
BUT THAT'S NOT HALF -- AND IF YOU WISH
I'LL SEND YOU MORE ABOUT THIS FISH.
I PLAYED HIM FOR AN HOUR OR MORE
BUT LUCK WAS HARD AGAINST ME, FOR --
NO MORE JUST NOW -- IT'S GETTING LATE
NEXT TIME YOU'LL LEARN THIS MONSTER'S FATE.
I HATED MUCH TO SEE HIM DUCK
NEXT TIME I HOPE FOR BETTER LUCK.
YOU SEE THE CURRENT THERE WAS STRONG.
HE MUST HAVE BEEN AT LEAST THIS LONG.
Date: 1906
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: The Rose Company
Postmark: Center postcard postmarked March 27, 1907, Galesburg, Illinois. The other two postcards are not postmarked.
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Copyright 2010. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
Missy tells her dubious sister Pixie about the fish she caught from the river just moments ago. Pixie thinks that Missy is telling her tall tales yet again. Which cat do you believe?
Casual conversation with the owner of a bait and tackle shop in the midwest back in the 1980s. The lady never steered us wrong on where to fish and which lures to use for some giant Bass.
I was chatting with my two photography buds at work and mentioned the big fish I snapped while coming out the cave. Well! It turns out the guy in the office next to me is a fisherman and he perked up and gave me bass ID websites. I *think* this is a Largemouth Bass, but I'm looking for confirmation. So you'll know how much of a fish story this big fish is, the grass blades are about 1" wide.
This is a thirteen inch channel catfish, scaless, slender body. Channel catfish color is bluish-silver on upper half of the body. Most range from twelve to fourteen inches. Can reach ten pounds or more in productive lakes. Twelve to fourteen inch catfish are the size I catch. I am waiting for the big one. Tom Early dropped worms off the dock at midnight and caught two similar catfish; however, one strike just snapped his line, maybe a flathead out for a midnight feed. After Tom left, I caught this cat Monday.
Flatheads run five to fourty pounds, and fifteen to thirty inches. Known to exceed five feet, and eighty pounds. Common in some reservoirs of the Muskingum Conservancy District; Seneca Lake is a reservoir of the Conservancy District.
I caught the catfish fifteen seconds after casting, on my first cast using an earth worm. Not
another bite.
Same type of catfish that we, family, saw at the aquarium on Monday at Seneca
fish hatchery.
When the catfish was on shore, it threw the hook, as it was lightly lip
hooked, and squirreled away into the water. Bobber and light split shot
used. Off dock area. Good fight. Many of them there in the channel
where Hickory run comes from the valley out to the lake, seems to have
a bed, like a stream bed, deeper hole.
Used red worms that Greg had left in frig from his prior visit. Red
worms were $3.50 for thirty six. Expensive at Duke. Cheaper across
street, and at Senecaville bait shop.
Flotsam:
Shades of "Huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of [yon] teeming shores, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me". Emma Lazarus.
I used "Division Of Wildlife" Sport Fish Of Ohio IDENTIFICATION as my reference. Publication 334 (406) Printed 200,000 Unit Cost $.132 Publication Date 7/06.
The online current link is
www.dnr.state.oh.us/Portals/9/pdf/pub334.pdf
Showing Publication 5334 (R312) Printed 0 Cost $.00 Pub Date 4/12. I wonder if hard copy still available. I say the online copy should show a cost, and should have a counter showing times accessed. Foster. Attorney. CPA.
Fish is August category for Westerville Senior Center gallery. 130723. Border printed on right and bottom in landscape.
"Nip & Tuck with a Bass" 1911 by William H. "Dad" Martin
Exaggeration postcards picturing oversize animals, insects, fruits and vegetables were popular in the early years of the 20th century these postcards were most often made by cutting, pasting, retouching, and rephotographing but were sometimes made by combining objects or models of different sizes.
ANAGLYPH, conversion of original card stereoview in my collection. "11428 No " fish story", Atlantic City." copyright 1897 B.W. Kilburn
This image views in 3D with RED(left eye)/CYAN(right eye) 3D glasses. More images of this type can be found by searching "anaglyph".
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
I HATED MUCH TO SEE HIM DUCK
NEXT TIME I HOPE FOR BETTER LUCK.
YOU SEE THE CURRENT THERE WAS STRONG.
HE MUST HAVE BEEN AT LEAST THIS LONG.
Date: 1906
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: The Rose Company
Postmark: None
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Copyright 2010. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
THE FISH STORY
His tail it lashed the briny sea,
I dropped my line to run,
And then he got away from me,
And thus my story's done.
Date: 1906 (undivided back)
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: Wildwood Postcard Company
Postmark: November 12, 1906, New York, New York (Station R)
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Copyright 2010. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
THE FISH STORY
His fins are like a sail,
But you'll get another card
from me
And then you'll have
his tail.
Date: 1906 (undivided back)
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: Unknown
Postmark: October 17, 1909, Oswego, Indiana
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Copyright 2012. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
THE FISH STORY
With his tail he lashed the sea to foam,
So I dropped the line
And ducked for home
So my fish
Tale is done.
Date: 1906 (undivided back)
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: Unknown
Postmark: October 17, 1909, Oswego, Indiana
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Copyright 2012. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
THE FISH STORY
The fish I caught to-day,
I'm pulling him on the shore,
And if I can hold him, next mail I'll send
You more.
Date: 1906 (undivided back)
Source Type: Postcard
Publisher, Printer, Photographer: Unknown
Postmark: October 17, 1909, Oswego, Indiana
Collection: Steven R. Shook
Copyright 2012. Some rights reserved. The associated text may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Steven R. Shook.
Seaside restaurant display showing a dangling grouper with prowling lizards and an American flag against a blue sky. Lauderdale By The Sea, Fl., USA