Radical Fishing
(Page 6 of 6)
May/June 1990
by Jack Hope
But I was able to turn this argument aside with the observation that the fish I'd released that morning could hardly be my elder since it weighed only 26 pounds. And besides, it bore no resemblance to my father.
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"Jack," scolded Kevin McAllister, a chiropractor from Oshawa, Ontario, "think of it this way. If Northern Dancer were a fish, would you kill him just to eat his meat? just think of the genes you'd be destroying!" I refuted this syllogism too, with the simple comment that I deplored horse racing, let alone eating the flesh of its participants.
"But Jack," finally said Michael Baronian, an accountant from Robbinsville, New Jersey, who himself had that day caught and released a 29-pound trout (almost as large as mine), "you talk all the time about your two-year-old, Paul? Well, if you and I take every big fish out of this lake, out of every lake, then where is your son going to fish? What is he going to catch?"
And there, I knew, he had me.
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