I've just been reading a marvellous book by Tom Fort, fishing correspondent for the British Financial Times (the Financial Times has a fishing correspondent? I hear you ask) called The Book of Eels. I've always been aware of eels. One of my early Australian memories is going with my family and some neighbours for a swim and picnic on the Logan River. Us kids (I must have been about eight) were terrified to discover there was a large eel in the swimming hole, so our neighbour stuck a bit of sausage on the end of his fishing line and five minutes later the eel was writhing furiously in a bucket. Later attempts at eel capture were less successful. My mates and I used to play down at Stable Swamp Creek behind the Sunnybank train station. Once during the wet season when the creek was bulging with recent rains we saw a huge eel. We were convinced it was four feet long. They can actually grow thi...
'Contemplating the teeming life of the shore, we have an uneasy sense of the communication of some universal truth that lies just beyond our grasp.' - Rachel Carson