Yummy the tummy

To fish or not to fish, that is now the question.

Some years ago the fanatic and successfull surf fisherman became sentimental.
To see the many caught fish struggle to remain in the water.
To feel the fish fight the nylon line not to die.
To eventually die unavoidably on the beach.

It was all too much for the fisherman who had turned sentimental.
It woke up too many emotions.
Of concern for animals.
Of desire to want to be in total harmony with creation.
To live and let live.
Even by not bothering a simple fish.

So far so good.
A human being can develop these kinds of sentiments and emotions, right?
And is not bothering anybody by doing so, correct?
To the pleasure of the fish, is it not?
Another pearl in the crown of creation, thank you Mam.

But in this whole attitude was a terrible flaw.
When eating in a restaurant, as a matter of fact, never meat was eaten.
But almost every time a well prepared and cooked fish.

And recently at El Triple on the Pacific Ocean.
Walking on the beach with a big mouth shouting that no aniumal cruelty was committed by not fishing.
But when Mexican friend and neighbour Juaquin came and offered fresh fish he caught that morning, it was prepared in a delicious way and eaten as a gourmet.

This, fervent and loyal blog readers, we call hypocrisy.
To be sentimental and unable to catch fish and make them die.
But, on the other hand, to fill the mouth and yummy the tummy with those same fish.

Unfortunately, some people have a hard time to live in hypocrisy.
Hypocrisy is like a continuous crisis to them.
It makes feel uneasy.
Uncomfortable.
Disrupting.
Disturbing.
Depressing even.

Therefore, as things are in constant movement and development in a vivid consciousness, the decision was made to move out of this horrorlike situation of permanent hypocrisy.
It was realized that a decision should be made.
Either one fishes and eats fish.
Or one does not fish and consequently does not eat fish either.
No more crocodile tears over killing fish while eating them.

A decision has been made.
Life without eating fish altogether, and meat as well, would be hardly possible when living like a pioneering photographer travelling the world.
Soon serious physical trouble would develop due to lack of proteins.
Besides, and let's be honest, fish when well prepared is delicious.

The decision has been made therefore to fish again.
A decision with three sides.
First and foremost, hypocrisy has disappeared.
Second, fish can be eaten with a clear and clean consciousness.
Third, the activity of fishing has become again an option.

In the past all the equipment needed to fish was on board the Fuso Szulc.
Poles, reels, lines, hooks and lures that were given away to a member of the Gonzales family years ago.
In La Paz now a shop has been discovered where fishing equipment is sold of high quality.
And somehow they have mispriced it.
They have put wrong price stickers on it.
Offering the opportunity to purchase the best fishing gear for a ridiculous low price.

Next week is a return to El Triple on the Pacific Ocean.
The fish there better watch.




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