What is it about fishing anyway? No really. What is it? I'm asking a serious question? What's the allure of catching fish that makes people go to such extremes to do it? Does the human brain release some primal, euphoric feel good stuff into the fisherman; making him return to wet a line again and again?
Let's say for the sake of discussion that's it is true. And let's call it ichthyoid addiction. The question at the forefront now is this. Can fishing addiction be a chronic, often relapsing brain disease that causes compulsive fisherpeople to go fishing despite harmful consequences to the addicted individual and to those around him or her? From my observations i say uh, yes. Although the initial decision to purchase equipment and cast a line is voluntary for most people, the brain changes that occur over time challenge an addicted person’s self-control and hamper his or her ability to resist intense impulses to fish. He goes fishing. This is how it came about. In the dim, distant unwritten past a hungry hunter gatherer managed to land the first perch or bass or trout or whatever it may have been. Immediately he forgot his hunger and the needs of his family back home in the cave starving. He tossed the fish behind him and what else, went back to fishing. And for the next million or so years things have changed very little. Ichthyoid-a-mania is rampant and guess who really looses here? The fish. The poor creature stands little chance against the modern evolved fish killing humans. No chance. And the sad thing is this. Fishing nowadays has not a single thing to do with eating to survive.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Ichthyoid Addiction
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Dog Island
Dog Island, Florida
Dog Island is a paradox. Beautiful and inhospitable. This low lying key covered, almost exclusively with Black Mangrove trees, teems with life; marine not human. Lord help the poor unfortunate sailor forced to spend the night on this deserted island. He would most likely require a blood transfusion in the morning from the millions of blood sucking mosquitos inhabiting the islands swampy interior.
Not a single palm trees calls Dog Island home. The Florida sun beams down unrelentingly. To find shade would mean probing into the squishy, root tangled perimeter of mangroves.
The sand bars and mud bogs that encircle Dog Island can better be described as sand traps and mud sucks. Get out of your kayak and walk and one literally puts his life in jeopardy. Well maybe not quite but close. For the sand and mud/organic matter is very porous and could better be traversed if one were wearing snow shoes.
Oh, one more thing, there is not a drop of fresh water to be found on the entire island. None. Water water everywhere...but not a drop to drink.
This much being said, here's another paradox for you, this unfavorable place to visit is one of my favorite places to visit.
So why?
Why do I paddle the better part of an hour to a place such as this? Well because few people go there. It is a pristine environment barely touched be humans. And, did I mention the hugh variety of life that calls this island home?
Well a tremendous collection of coastal and marine life live there. That's why I go. It's like a Galapagos island to me and everything I see I pretend I'm discovering for the first time.
So in my travel there yesterday I'm discovered: Algae.
Green, brown and red.
Flowering plants
like Seaside Ox Eye Daisy, Glasswort and Saltwort, Railroad vine, and Grasses, Spartina and Needle rush
Animals.
Sponges, Worms, Jellys & Sand Dollars. Also Arthropods Galore Crustaceans such as crabs, several species, and barnacles and shrimps.
Then Mollusks.
Oh yes the mollusks. Both bivalves and univalves.
And finally the Birds.
Many seashore birds. The one of note on this excursion was the beautifully striking red billed Oyster Catcher.
There it is up ahead my version of Galapagos
Almost there...
And looking for some shade, any shade will do
A scene typical of the interior if the island. Those are Mangrove pneumatophores.
The beautiful Angel wing bivalves spends his entire live burried a foot or more in sand and mud. This island is one of their favorite places to dig.
Gorgeous Fidler Crab. Approximately a gazillion of them live here. They March in unison by thousands across the sand at low tide
Stone Crab juvenile
Hermit Crab in a Conch shell.
Marine worms
Crown Conch shell with Hermit Crab living inside.
Uh...don't have a clue what this is.
Western boundary of the island with grass instead of Mangroves.
Some shade, selfie, and lunch.
Beautiful Red Algae
The quick sand.
Eastern boundary Mangroves.
Lunch
Monday, July 6, 2015
A Part of Everything is here in me
Oh I love the life within me
I feel part of everything I see
And oh I love the life around me
A part of everything is here in me
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