Pikes
I saw an angler try to beat one to death when I was a kid. He hooked the thing and it landed on the bank staring at him. Then grabbing a lump of wood started beating on it’s head. He beat on that fish for five minutes and it just kept staring at him, daring him for more. A crowd gathered around shouting encouragement. It was a fish lynching. Unperturbed the Pike continued to twitch for a good ten more minutes. I think it eventually died of scorn.
Ted Hughes knew the score on Pikes
Pike, three inches long, perfect
Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold.
Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin.
They dance on the surface among the flies.
Or move, stunned by their own grandeur,
Over a bed of emerald, silhouette
Of submarine delicacy and horror.
A hundred feet long in their world.
January 30th, 2006 at 3:46 am
The only Pikes I ever knew were some frat boys in college. Actually, Date-Raping Neanderthals would be a better term.
January 30th, 2006 at 12:27 pm
Q: What sort of of key opens the door of a caravan?
A: A Pike-y
This is a good poem, btw.
January 31st, 2006 at 5:54 pm
We went night fishing once when I was a kid in Nova Scotia. All we caught was eels. Imagine a riverbank of 10 year old girls squealing while eels flipped and flopped around until we bate their heads in with a baseball bat.
Hey, it got me my girl guide fishing badge.
February 1st, 2006 at 11:16 am
Brian - These were possibly a genus of the neanderthal race evolved from actual pikes. In the interests of fair and balanced coverage and for the benefit of my American readers I will also accept the view that these gentlemen may have been intelligently designed by a benevolent creator from the drawing of a pike.
Linus - I fear the poem is better than your joke.
Ms. Undress - Girl Guide fishing badge? It sounds more like a horrible manga movie I saw once. I thought the Canadians loved all the creatures on God’s intelligently designed earth?
February 1st, 2006 at 12:51 pm
Away now with your ‘intelligent design’ that’s the ‘Merkin’s you are thinking of. These days Canadiana is wondering how they ended up with a conservative gov’mint, and then when they’ve thought about it long and hard for all of 30 seconds they light up a spliff and thank god they aren’t south of the border.
Well that’s what my Canuck friends tell me they are doing anyway.