Cutthroat Transmitters

via Wyoming Game and Fish Department

it always leaves a strange feeling seeing our little friends get sliced up, have an antenna pushed up their butt and find themselves with one of R2D2’s spare parts placed in their belly… but if its good for the many then i guess its a good thing.
having but the most rudimentary notions of fish biology and studies, i have no idea of the validity or effectiveness of these types of study projects but knowing about the process is quite interesting. enjoy !

Vapourous

 

Vapor |ˈvāpər| (Brit.vapour)
noun
a substance diffused or suspended in the air, esp. one normally liquid or solid: dense clouds of beautiful water.
• Physics: a gaseous substance that is below its critical temperature, and can therefore be liquefied by pressure alone. Compare with gas.
• (the vapours) dated a sudden feeling of faintness or nervousness or a state of depression for being in such a dry environment.
verb [ no obj. ]
talk in a vacuous, boasting, or pompous way: he was vaporing on about the days of his youth and when he wasn’t busy talking nonsense, he went into space and filmed our Earth’s cloud vapours for our enjoyment.

earth water vapour from space

seabassing

i’d already been formally introduced to the Atlantic (European) sea bass’ close cousin, a 22 lb Rockfish, which is in turn a Chesapeake Bay variant of the Striped bass when i was about fourteen years old. that’s far from a record but that size fish, specially at that age i guess, always leaves a taste for more.
although nowhere near the size of their cousins on the North American side, in France we have two distinct sea bass varieties, one in the Atlantic ocean and another in the Mediterranean sea. this latter one goes by the name of ‘loup de mer’ or ‘sea wolf’, a name given by the Romans, maybe because they where too full of wine and bloated on their conquering mission and couldn’t tell the difference between a mammal and a fish or maybe because of the very agressive nature these fish take on when on a feeding frenzy. since its not too far from where i live i somewhat regularly go after the Mediterranean variety but this week i had to go do stuff on the Atlantic side and decided to leave the day before and see if i could get them to take interest in my flies.

here’s what Atlantic sea bass look like,

seabass
and here’s where they live.
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rather a nice place and one i’d happily live if i was a fish. speaking of, be sure to keep the fish image up top in the back of your mind because you won’t see any more in this post.

after wading in gently close to the remains of a long-abandoned pier and about fifteen minutes, all of a sudden the water started boiling just twenty or so metres from where i stood in the direction of the sun here.
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a hunt was on ! i quickly cast my baitfish imitation, started to do a two-handed rolley-pully retrieve and snagged a what i didn’t know at that time, baitfish. i had felt a little bump but no real pull so i decided at the time that it was a missed strike, albeit a strange one, and let the fly settle before starting the retrieve again. seconds after that came the real strike but it happened to my ‘bait’ and not my fly. “no biggie” me thinks, just pick up and cast back to the boil but that first back cast felt a little heavy because it had half a baitfish attached to the hook…

by the time i’d remove the poor beast and was ready to cast again the boil had disappeared. for good. for the rest of the evening. for ever or at least until the next time, and i most probably won’t be there.
i never saw one of these hunting fish but i like to believe they where sea bass.

on the way back to the car there where some nice drawings in the sand
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and funny looking spermy things laying about on the beach.
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when i got back there next morning some nitwit had pulled the plug to keep me from fishing,
no water
but that’s ok, i got to fill my eyes with beauty.

“A zombie apocalypse isn’t the most jovial situation.”

Danai Gurira

zombie closing day ftlow M.Fauvet:TLC 21-9-14

and neither is the end of this year’s trout season and even if it seems apocalyptic at the moment, that’s just the way it is.
our slimy friends get to take a well deserved break, do some egg laying and fertilising (how boring, i’m sooooo glad to be a mammal !) and forget about what we look like until next spring, that is, if they don’t get caught by this butt-ugly zombie first…

good luck and see you soon !

At last

don’t know if its Etta James’ lovely voice, cannibalism caught on film or the sight of all those super-excited Alaskan trout slurping down eggs like there’s no tomorrow that makes this short underwater video interesting. probably all three.

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