I, along with a lot of other folks, happen to call the critters Lampreys, but if you do that around here, you will get 'corrected'. Quick. At any rate, I thought I would share some pics....
An elder on the way to his fishing hole...
The scene...
Everyone in the village (except me and Sarah) has an 'eel stick', which is basically a long (8 feet-ish) pole with nails protruding from all sides that has been whittled to a narrow width to ease its path through the water. You swing the pole out and up, and then back down to a hanging position. As soon as you feel a bump (or several), you raise the stick and flip the little suckers up onto the ice. The activity is great - keeps you warm on those looo0000ong periods between passing schools of, uh,.....eels. :)
Here I am with a pilfered eel stick:
Success!
Tell me this little beauty doesn't look appetizing?!
For those who haven't ever seen the inside of a lamprey's mouth...
All in all, it sure beat sitting around the house waiting for Tuesday to get here, but I'm not convinced I want them for dinner when there's still sheefish and pike in the freezer...
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