fly fishing: March 2008 Archives
Finally I got out fishing in the fresh air today. Now, you understand that fly fishing on a small stream on the East Coast is not what you'd call an extreme sport. It's more a kind of understated, delicate activity, like playing croquet. There's some walking involved, and occasionally a clamber up and down a bank.
But somehow, buying food on the way home, it seemed right that there was ground bison on the supermarket shelf. Bison! The wide open spaces! Mountains on the horizon! And of course, there's the attractive idea that eating a particular animal will give you that animal's characteristics. But I got to thinking: What if eating animals doesn't necessarily give you the most desirable of that animal's qualities? What if eating bison doesn't actually give you the strength of the bison? What if it gives you, say, the grace and agility of the bison? Or just the smell of the bison? All the label said was to keep refrigerated and to use or freeze before April 2. I think there's more to know.
But somehow, buying food on the way home, it seemed right that there was ground bison on the supermarket shelf. Bison! The wide open spaces! Mountains on the horizon! And of course, there's the attractive idea that eating a particular animal will give you that animal's characteristics. But I got to thinking: What if eating animals doesn't necessarily give you the most desirable of that animal's qualities? What if eating bison doesn't actually give you the strength of the bison? What if it gives you, say, the grace and agility of the bison? Or just the smell of the bison? All the label said was to keep refrigerated and to use or freeze before April 2. I think there's more to know.
