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Fishing Net and Billy
The scene is the Stromlo pine forest, near Canberra, 1971. I am two or three years old, carrying my father’s fishing net and billy-can. The inscription on the back of the photograph says “Giles on a fishing trip in pine forests near home in Weston, A.C.T.”, but there were no fishing trips, in the normal sense of the word, in our family at that time. (Later, when I was twelve or thirteen, I had my own brief fishing craze. I would go down to the local dam to catch carp for feeding my captive kookaburras, but the kookaburras rapidly lost the taste for carp, and the phase ended.) The billy can and the net had more important purposes. Sometimes, they were used to catch live food: Daphnia, or water-fleas, for my father’s tropical fish. Occasionally, they were taken on yabbying expeditions, and the fresh-water crayfish would brandish their claws at my little fingers as they plopped into the bottom of the billy. More than once, they were used for catching Gambusias, small, introduced, live-bearing fish the size of guppies. I kept these in fish-tanks of my own, because they were easier to keep than the tropicals, since they did not require heated water. Once, I made the mistake of combining them with tadpoles, and the Gambusias, pihrana-like, swept about mutilating the tadpoles’ tails, leaving them bobbing rudderless on the surface. We had a separate billy-can for brewing the tea when camping; this one was solely reserved for water creatures, not because of any fastidiousness, but because my father feared that the detergent used to clean the tea-billy might be injurious the fish. The little brown corduroy bag around my waist was hand-made by my mother, perhaps on the old treadle Singer machine which she always preferred to her modern electrical one. Ever since, I have always needed bags and pockets, and these became the defining feature of my first fantasy character, Hingefinkle, whose cloak was covered with pockets containing a dizzying array of specimens and apparatus. No doubt my own bag was soon to be filled with Cicada nymphs, gum-moth pupae, and the goggle-eyed cones of Casuarinas. The pine forest was filled with the introduced conifer, Pinus radiata, which provided a building material and a source of pulp for paper, but which subsequently proved to be an entirely inappropriate crop. Bushfires consumed the plantations, and the turpentine in the pine-needles contributed to the firestorms which engulfed suburban dwellings in Weston Creek. I was in Durham, U.K., by then: exiled, prematurely old, licking wounds, and I read of the fires with rising horror, and thought, somehow, of those tadpoles. The bridge crosses the river where we used to look for tennis balls, washed down from a tennis court upstream. Somewhere near the bridge, there was a cattle grid, and when I squatted, bare knees about my head, to look within, a bright green frog looked up at me, imitating my pose. I still recognise myself in the picture. I am still this boy when the survival instinct kicks in with all its blessed forgetfulness, and those wounds are temporarily forgotten. Robert Frost speaks of a similar happy regression, “…when I am weary of considerations,/ And life is too much like a pathless wood/ Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs/ Broken across it, and one eye is weeping/ From a twig’s having lashed across it open.” He dreams of climbing a birch tree and swinging its branches, as he did when he was a boy. The net and the billy have given way to a camera and a pencil, but when the muse calls I may still turn, half-way across the bridge, my mouth in the middle of saying something, the joy of the unsoiled moment flashing in my squinting eyes. * A thick haze of mist swirled over the surface of the pond, and whirled in eddies as my father poised the net. The look of anticipation in his eyes was enough to make me tremble from head to toe. Suddenly, decisively, he plunged it into the water, and a moment later, it came up dripping and bulging. A frond of waterweed slimed slowly down the outside of the net as the water sluiced through the fine mesh. Beneath the surface of the pond, mud-clouds blossomed. He was peering into the net now, pond-water cascading over his hands, motioning for me to come closer. I craned my neck to look inside, and yelped with surprise and delight. A stalk-eyed yabby gazed up at me, its claws waving ineffectually, and unafraid of the pincers, my father reached into the net and pulled the creature out, deftly grasping it by the thorax. It flicked its articulated tail frantically, and the claws gnashed like crocodile jaws as he held it before my delighted eyes, before tossing it into a billy can, half full of green water. With a mysterious smile, my father dangled the inverted net inside the can, snapped shut the lid, and together we wandered back home through the mist, the dew soaking into our shoes. * The tiny heart was beating benemy tank just cleaned
i had a problem earlier, well actually for the past couple days... my big orange fish "tickles jr" was just sitting on the bottom of the tank, not moving. i didn't know what was wrong since my levels were normal. nitrates at 6.6 and ammonia at near 0. it's really hard to get a goldfish tank at 0 ammonia all the time, as they are SO messy!! i thought about taking half the gravel out to help the problem, their "pooping" problem, but that won't help much i don't think. i tried to read online as to why my goldie was sitting on the bottom of the tank, but i could never find a solution that helped. the water was a wee bit warmer than normal, but that shouldn't cause him to just sit there for a long time. he would come to the surface when i would come over to the tank, so i knew that was a good sign. i decided to feed him some peas (thinking maybe he was constipated) and that perked him up a bit, as you can see by this photo here... i even went to petsmart to get some vacation food (i will be going out of town this sunday for a week) so i decided to ask the girl that worked there if she knew what was wrong with my fish. of course she had no clue. "i'm sorry ma'am, i really don't know" how could you not help me and you work in a pet store?!? why do those stores always hire people that don't have any idea about fish? geez. but anyway, he seems to be doing ok now...
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