I made the mistake of listening to The 5th Dimension's version of Laura Nyro's "Wedding Bell Blues." Marilyn McCoo's vocals remain like nothing else.
It's been at least a week, and I still can't get it out of my head! So bad, I think I need ayahuasca therapy.
I know I have a fish ID book, dating back by decades, that stated that Stripers are in the Columbia River. "Have been..."
So how about Willapa Bay and Gray's Harbor? Dreaded thoughts.
Tilapia can be passed off as shitty catfish. Similar muddy taste but worse to nasty, if compared to farmed catfish (pond-raised and fed cornmeal).
I can't remember the literary reference, but I do recall some mention of "shad roe" somewhere during my English degree education. Negative...
Could. It. Be. Time. For. A. Northern Pike. Clave?
Aggression
The northern pike is a relatively aggressive species, especially with regard to feeding. For example, when food sources are scarce, cannibalism develops, starting around five weeks in a small percentage of populations.[16] This...
I dunno…. I often times think that fish are as smart in their world as we are in ours. And neither of us do very well when spending too much time in the other’s. And maybe they’re a little smarter for not making it a point to ruin theirs.
While I can’t speak for the wind, it looks like Pass won’t be getting much of the rain coming through during the rest of the week. Olympic range rain shadow.
Much like the Cattle Egret. Originally from the African Savannah, they spread to every continent on Earth, except for Antarctica, due to damage to their original habitat. I’ve even seen them in Hawaii. Invasive? More like environmental refugees.
And then you can fish Green Lake! Talk about “Seattle Area Trout Spots”! And the Green Monster can be quite generous at times—even despite the pressure it receives.
When I had a RIR hen, back a good number of years ago, I tied some mini leeches from her dropped feathers. Strangely enough, the only trout that consistently liked them were cutthroats.
Anyone raising chickens? How about those gold-colored Ameraucanas?
It was probably last year we gave our last hen out for adoption. For "reasons." Nonetheless, I do miss them for my own "reasons."
Other than fresh eggs and the calming effect of seeing them wandering about, pecking...