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Have you ever gone fishing? Did you keep the fish and eat it? Or did you pull the hook out and toss it back into the water?
The second option, catch and release, has always felt a little...wrong...to me.
Picture this: You're a fish. You're swimming along. You see a tasty worm, and chomp. BLAMMO! You're arching through the air, tugged by your mouth into the hands of some giant, overall-clad land-monster. |
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At this point, as a prey animal, you know what comes next. A sharp stab, a warm trickle, and then unfeeling, endless oblivion. You make your peace.
But then, imagine the big ugly human just plays with you for a few minutes while you gasp, unable to breath. Then there's a yank and your lip splits further (OW!) and you fly, splat, back to the blue deep. You think 'What the heck?' and then realize it's over and swim away. You're relieved, but still, what a jerk!
So fishing to eat makes sense to me. Catch and release? More like trout-bullying. |
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