Old memories are conjured up with this news report about a fish virus that they think originates in lake Butte des Morts, near Oshkosh, WI, where my parents live and not far from Berlin, where I was born and raised. As kids fishing in Lake Winnebago for Walleye, Jon Thompson (rest in peace, my friend) and I would always hate it when we'd reel in a Sheephead. But eight times out of ten, we'd either catch one of those or a White Bass. Talk about a worthless fish, that was it. And now it's spreading a virus that threatens the rest of the fish population? Ick.
Just doing a quick lookup, I didn't realize there's a California Sheephead, and the fish we grew up calling "Sheephead" is technically called "Sheepshead." Go figure.
Friday, May 18, 2007
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