Launceston Elliott |
Launceston Elliott, a Scotsman, was Britain's first Olympic Gold Medallist - he won his medal for the one-handed lift in the games at Athens in 1896.
It was the fish on sale that caught my eye so I went to find a few.
Bull Red Fish measuring 36" |
Caught in Galveston Bay from Texas City Dike on May 2, 2011
(By Hvn - Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 licence)
Before you tell me this fish is not on the shop's list, let's have a roll on the drums.
Red Drum aka red fish, channel bass or spot-tail bass |
Caught off the Gulf Coast of Louisiana. Mature red drum not a red bull, the name given to red drum larger than 26" (By Geeklikepi - Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 licence)
If you've never thought of a buffalo as a fish, you would be wrong.
Bigmouth Buffalo (Ictiobus cyprinellus) |
(ex USFWS National Image Library)
Not all fishermen tell tales about the big ones they've caught,
A 'Tiddler' |
But just to prove I didn't waste my time completely.
My 'Prize' Catfish |
The earth moved when I hooked that fellow. However it wasn't F M Pointer who moved this.
The House that Moved, Exeter |
A c14 house restored and removed to its present position on West Limk
ex geograph.org.uk - By Derek Harper -
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22 comments:
I am so glad you caught that catfish. I was feeling sorry for you. Great blog!
Tiddler is a new word to me. I guess people don't brag about the small ones much.
I wonder if that sign actually got as many hits as it has theme-linker this week
Congrats on the catches, even the Tiddler! That house moving film is fascinating. Always nice to see an old building saved, not knocked down. The film was unusual in showing the mechanics of how it was done, with close-ups.
Hi Bob .. great photos and selections .. with the names etc ..
It's wonderful what we can now see being done - even moving a house .. I'll have to check it out - cheers Hilary
I only had buffalo fish once. it was not tasty. lots of bones.
Congrats on the big catch. That is a fun thing. The video is amazing. There were two homes in my town that were moved when I was a little girl. We were not even allowed to go near the place. I got a kick out of watching that video. No wonder we had to stay away.
QMM
Something fishy with this post! And drum fish actually sound like a drum too.
I always look forward to your trips around the theme and I always learn something new.
What fun seeing how everyone has interpreted the original picture.
Good to see you celebrate even life's smaller pleasures!
One Of My Favourite Pubs in Manchester Is The Old Wellington Which Has Moved Twice..Lock;stock & Barrel !
PLUS! They Serve A Nice Fish -in-Batter!!!!
Fish tales for sure and tiddler is new to me too. Interesting about how the house moved....I think you caught multiples from the theme this week
Launceston - a fellow Scot! I also picked up on the fishing theme this week. Hope the catfish was tasty :-) Jo
I'm feeling a bit sorry for that little tiddler- hope you threw him back so he could grow up and make a better fish dinner for you later :)
I enjoyed your fishy post :-)
I hadn't noticed, believe it or not, the "house mover" sign, so it was quite a while before I could work out why you had included the last item.
Great post! It was great seeing the fish. That house moving video was quite the show. Definitely a fingernail biting experience I'm sure.
What a fun post. I would happily eat all of those fish, including the tiddler.
What is it with fishermen, whatever they catch, they always seem so proud of it...
Have you ever come out of there empty handed and stopped by the market to buy some fish, pretending you caught them?...
;)~
I know someone who did that. Wifey was not that impressed when she found out...
:D~
HUGZ
Bob, your posts are always so great. I love how one thing leads to another, but I never would have guessed that this one would have finished up with a house on wheels!
Great lessons about the different kinds of fish, too.
Have a wonderful week,
Kathy M.
As a child my dad sat me down on the edge of dock in upper New York state and handed me a stick he'd tied a string on with a bolt at the end. I sat on that dock for hours watching fish swim around my bolt hanging in the water. I was too young to understand no fish would ever grab a rusty bolt. But I was happy. I think that's probably the key to fishing. It's not really the catch as much as the sitting quietly waiting, doing nothing. I may be wrong.
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