Spring Plowing on the Fish Farm
Been a long, long time since the head of the household walked into nearby woods to shoot something for dinner.
Yet there’s a lot of resistance to fish farming, as if it was really all that different from raising cattle. Conjure up an image of huge machines combing the forests with nets twenty miles long to catch meat for the dining table. Squirrels, rabbits, raccoons and ground hogs along with deer, bear (for those with lustier appetites) and wild boar all tumbling into the nets as the forest floor is scraped clean of all vegetation. Not much left to eat and no shelter for whatever animals missed the nets. That’s okay, there’s always another forest out there . . . or is there?
We gave up hunting with spears, bows and guns when civilized man divided up the chores and manufacturers made pencils, ranchers raised cattle. Somehow we never gave up fishing in the wild, although we kept on improving the equipment while fish stocks worldwide went in the dumper and man kept on scouring the oce…