Sunday, August 25, 2013

puffer fish


Spoon & Tomago, writeup and more photos of this surprising animal behavior.

7 comments:

The Dude said...

Get the fugu out of here!

Eric the Fruit Bat said...

One summer when I was a little kid, I got to go surf fishing with my grandfather down the Jersey Shore. We were fishing for flounder but we caught puffer fish.

I delighted in watching them on the beach, as they'd inflate themselves and look just like a happy cartoon version of a little beach ball. Such a wondrous and wonderful exciting new thing for a little kid to see!

Then my grandfather would stab them in the belly with a knife and throw them back in the water.

ndspinelli said...

Mitchell, We called them blowfish in Ct. We could catch them w/ our hands in waist deep water, watch them blow up, and then release. It's really quite nostalgic.

Eric the Fruit Bat said...

We called them blowfish, too.

You had to watch out for the front teeth.

We used long shank fish hooks but I think that might have been because flounder tended to swallow the bait, not because the blowfish had front teeth.

Still, the long shank made it easier to get the hook out of the blowfish.

You used a braided wire leader when surf fishing for blue fish. The small ones were called snappers.

Getting the hook out of a bluefish was something like carrying a cat by the tail.

When I got older, and learned that a vagina was also called a snapper, . . . well, . . . that was quite the thing.

Joe Biden, America's Putin said...

That is amazing. A little fish creates art.

ndspinelli said...

Mitchell, I went night blue fishing out of Sea Isle on my honeymoon w/o my bride and w/ a guy who was a real fisherman. A horrible storm hit and we had to ride it out. My bride thought she was a widow. We got home @ sunrise, smelling of chum, bluefish[caught a shitload], and vomit. I was taking one off the line when I was seasick and almost lost a finger.

Cody Jarrett said...



Mitchell, I went night blue fishing out of Sea Isle on my honeymoon w/o my bride and w/ a guy who was a real fisherman. A horrible storm hit and we had to ride it out. My bride thought she was a widow. We got home @ sunrise, smelling of chum, bluefish[caught a shitload], and vomit. I was taking one off the line when I was seasick and almost lost a finger.



Your story has touched my heart.

I'll let the captives go. No need to thank me.