My father was a fisherman and loved nothing more than throwing a hook into an undesturbed stream. As a soldier he had lots of opportunity to do that when he was off on training maneuvers. It was in his blood as much as artillary guns were. His grandparents were fishermen out east in Nova Scotia. They fished lobster.
I have made my view on fishing quite clear. I will go out in the boat, I will bait a hook. I will make a cast into the water. However, the SECOND that something bites on the line I no longer want anything to do with the entire process. If someone doesn't grab my fishing pole in the next ten seconds I am throwing it in the water.
And if you do land the fish I don't want to see or smell or touch it until it's properly breaded and looks like a fish stick - which for some reason is the way I percieved fish as a child - this school of fishsticks are swimming about and suddenly they are scooped up in a net, then boxed up and finally headed into my microwave.
I just hate everything about the post catching of the fish. Can you imagine how much I would crap my pants if I was in a boat where these flying fish were attacking me like in this clip? WTF? What kind of non-mutated fish does something like that? I thought we had a pretty clear agreement. Fish under the water, humans above the water. Their intrusion into our territory is quite distasteful to me.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.