I WAS A FISH KILLER
I first fished at age five, with my brother Greg, who is one year younger. Each of us caught a perch out of a lake in St. Paul, Minnesota. Fascinated, we watched the two perch swim around in a small bucket until first one and then the other died. I don’t remember what happened to their bodies, but I know they were not large enough to eat. Perch are plentiful, and easy to hook, and are therefore considered to be a good species for practice fishing. Many members from both sides of my family were fishers, as well as hunters, trappers, and ranchers. A couple of dead perch didn’t rate much concern. Like most children, we learned what we were taught, setting aside whatever qualms we may have felt.
How Does a Former Hunter and Fisherman become the Founder of SHARK? Read more at I Was A Fish Killer. Initially published in Animal People, May 1996