All About Animals. Facts, Stories and Anecdotes, 1900.

Tales of the Wild. Written by H. Mortimer Batten. Illustrated by Ernest Aris. 1931.

"Okay— I thought you said this was a fish market.”

“I mean, I also told you it was a tourist trap."

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A series of extraordinarily rapid departures from Pike Place.

this music + them = chef's kiss

the anticipation of moiraine when siuan was walking towards her is killing me.

ps. sorry i had to use your favorite vampire theme song

Daily fish fact #88

The muskellunge and the northern pike can interbreed! Their offspring is infertile, though.

My sweet 16 cake would’ve been jerma…….

he either is or wants the middle aged man. up to you

Animals in Rivers and Ponds, Raintree Publishers, 1988.

Daily fish fact #75

Pikes can help deal with eutrophication in ponds and lakes! They do this by eating small fish that increase greatly in numbers once a body of water has excess nutrients. It's a long chain of events: Algae begins to rapidly increase, which causes the amount of zooplankton eating the algae to increase as well. However, as the zooplankton increases, so increases the number of fish that eats the zooplankton, which ironically causes the numbers of zooplankton to dwindle! This worsens eutrophication as algae will continue to increase once there's less consumers eating it. Pikes, however, favour the most abundant fish species as their food, and they will eat excess fish to help bring the ecosystem to a balance.

If the ecosystem is overloaded with nutrients, pikes will most likely find themselves dwindling in numbers as well. But they can help out with eutrophication to a certain point!

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Fishing – What Fish Like A Rooster Tail Spinner Bait

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Fishing – What Fish Like The Dardevle Spinnie Spoon

The Dardevle Spinnie is a basic fishing lure that can be found in a wide variety of sizes. The hook should be small and attached to the fishing line with a small snap, giving the bait a free-ranging wobble. You should not use a slow steady retrieve, but instead, give it erratic darting action by using a fast, jerky rod-tip retrieve. Bass The Dardevle Spinnie is a favorite fishing lure among…

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" Pike, follow me. It's urgent. " With that order, Vax'ildan led his dear friend towards a large tree right outside of their keep. Underneath it, Trinket rested peacefully until the two Vox Machina members showed up. " My apologies, nephew. Make some room. " The bear slightly shifted and once settled again, Vax fell back and rested against their furry companion ( Trinket always made the best pillow ). A hand was then extended to cleric, " You've been working hard, Pickle. Figured you could use a nap with us. " [ Hi. Them. <3 ]

The little pair of sheers she used to pick and pluck at the shrubs occupying the temple were dropped the moment Vax’ildan spoke — mostly because he had startled her, and partially because the sense of urgency had her reaching for the symbol of Sarenrae that dangled around her neck. “Vax, what’s going on? Is it bad? Who’s hurt?”

She assumed that her ability to heal was needed, fingers still grasping tight to her amulet until — wait, why were they going outside? There was still a speck of worry that sat tight in her chest, but her curiosity took a turn the longer she followed behind her half-elven friend. If someone were in desperate need of aid, they wouldn’t take their sweet time getting there. “Wait, don’t tell me. Did Grog get stuck in one of the windows again?”

Her little legs attempted to keep up, but they came to a halt upon seeing precious Trinket curled up under a tree. Ooh, he was just too cute sometimes! All she wanted to do whenever she saw the bear was to dig her fingers into his fur and give him every ounce of love he deserved.

“Oh!” Color her surprised. It was a relief knowing no one was hurt, but she didn’t expect that she would be taken from her chores for the sake of a nap. Although. . . with the sun high and the breeze keeping the stifling heat at bay, it was the perfect opportunity for a short snooze. It wouldn’t hurt to shut her eyes for a short while, would it? One couldn’t make themselves useful and productive if they didn’t give themselves a moment or two of rest.

“Well, when you put it that way. Hup!” Pike wasted no time blowing past his offered hand leaping into Vax’ildan’s hold, her gnomish form curling up quite nicely in his lap. A wiggle here and a wiggle there, and she eventually settled down. Head against his chest, her keen ears were able to pick up the soft sound of his breathing. There were few things ( in her opinion ) better than snuggling up with someone she cared for letting their warmth ease her to sleep. “S’nice. Thanks for this, Vax. Make sure you get some sleep too.”

Random storytime?

So. I fish during the summers. I sit at the dock at my family's summer cottage, usually with both my cats keeping me company. It's a small lake filled roach fish and bleak, that are basically trash fish and fishing them is good for the natural enviroment. I boil what I caught and give them to my cats.

Last summer I caught a small pike. It fed my passion for spinning rod (I usually just fish with a regular rod and have bread as a bait). My first encounter with my nemesis happened, when my and my friend had stayed at the cottage for a week. My older sister came to visit with my twin and her boyfriend. We were all sitting on the dock, my sister was fishing with my spinning rod (she used to fish at the cottage before she moved away, now she only visits occassionally). Something caught the lure and after no time at all the line snapped, as the monster bit through it.

No big deal, happens sometimes. Too bad that was the last lure I had with me. We switched to a regular rod, me fishing for a change. As usual we put old bread as a bait.

We were having some beer, chatting, having a good time. My cat was sitting under my chair.

A roach caught bait. It was a regular sized bastard. I went to pull it up, when suddenly the rod almost doubled over. This was a 3 meters long regular telescope rod, it was build to handle 4 kilos at max. The tip of the rod touched the water. Everyone was standing up, yelling. My sister's bf jumped into the shallow water beside the dock to help pull the thing on the hook up. I grabbed the line with my bare hands and struggled to pull the fish caught on it up. It was like we had awaken some ancient lake god in the small, warm watered pond. I've never felt an animal fight so strong. Eventually I could see the outline of the biggest pike I've ever seen in nature. It was doubled the size of the one I had caught earlier. It was probably the same one that had stolen the lure earlier. I got its head over the water and all I could see were teeth. I gotta say that I panicked. I was going to grab it by its jaw but seeing the three rows of teeth, some half the size of my fingers, I hesitated. During that the struggling pike finally broke the line and I fell down as the tension of the line broke.

It's seriously a small pond. There cannot be too many fish that big in it. I saw the pike again, a month later. I had it again, steuggling on the line. This time I was alone, but I had my net. Too bad the bastard was too quick for me to grab the net or do anything smart with it. I could see the fish in the shallow water. Our eyes met. It had taken everything from me. Two lures. A fishing hook. A roach from my poor cat's mouth (as we all know, he hasn't been fed in four years, according to him). It looked me back, hatred in the eyes. We knew that this was our destiny. We'd meet again next summer. Neither of us would rest until this would be settled. Since that cold, early fall day I've been training. Going to the gym. Lifting. Running. I keep a picture of the pike on a punching bag as I strike it until my knuckles bleed. Then I roar. I throw darts to a board with a picture of it on it. I can't stand seeing it smile. It robbed me of my dignity. Almost dropped my glasses into the muddy depths on the summer evening we first saw eye to eye. Some bigger force had made us meet and now neither of us will rest until the other one is no more. When the snow melts and the lake is free of ice, I will be there, stronger than ever. This time I won't hesitate. The pike wouldn't grant me the luxury of mercy either.

Daily fish fact #69

No 'nice' this time.

Pikes have teeth not only on their jaws, but on their palate and tongue too! Their teeth are constantly regrowing much like a shark's, but the pace at which they do doesn't seem to follow any sort of cycle.

Daily fish fact #68

Northern pikes and southern pikes were long thought to be the same species, or rather that the southern pikes were just a colour variation of the former. However, it was announced to be a whole species of its own in 2011!

At the Frog Pond, 1989, illustrated by Reinhard Michl

How did you pick the name Turnpike for your dog?

Pike was one of two names in consideration. I was told the litter was car themed so I started thinking up registered names to fit and Turnpike worked well tying them together. All the litter names were cars so it was going to be (littername) On The Turnpike.

But turns out the actual theme was storm so it turned into Storm On The Turnpike = Pike.

Fear not, I have worse names for future dogs.