10/13/2004: Massive fish death in India

And you thought you had a bad job. This guy is collecting dead fish out of Kankaria Lake in Ahmedabad, western India. What happened?



Pollution. But not the usual sort. They say "the ritual immersion of Hindu Ganesha elephant deity idols made from plaster of paris and chemical dyes contaminated the water during a recent festival."

And the next question is how many people are going to die from eating such an easily harvested batch of poisoned fish.

Ooooh the smell...the smell!!

Wait -- why are people collecting these fish? I hope they don't plan on eating them.

Ganesh is the Hindu god who removes obstacles. Perhaps these fish were interfering with something...

The top picture was published in the Washington Post with the following caption.

Water needs to be oxygenated for fish to survive. If some chemical binds to and removes the oxygen, the fish will die.

If some chemical binds to and removes the oxygen, the fish will die.

Oh, no! There must have been a hydrogen spill!

Hmm... I guess you can accurately say, "These fish drowned."

I know I'm a narrow minded, boorish American, but ... wouldn't that be easier with a couple boats and a net?

Shifting all those fish with small baskets is like digging a hole in a mountainside with a pair of nail clippers.

Ah, I see you are familiar with Indian tunnel-boring technologies.

So maney dead fish! In my homeland, people thrown the poisonous pills into the river to get the fish.so i have seen this scene before.

throwing poisonous pills in the river to "catch" the fish doesn't seem very sporting, does it?

Preferred fishing method:

Doesn't sound like it would make them much good for consumption, either.

I hear it's a lot better, actually. They're dead before they know what hit them, no fear poisons released into the flesh ... more humane too, no struggling against the hook and all that.

Of course, you end up with extra.

Boudreaux & the Game Warden Go Fishing

This Louisiana game warden had been keeping an eye on the fishing docks, when after about a week he noticed that Boudreaux had been coming back every day with a boat full of fish. One day he starts to talk to Boudreaux as he's pulling his boat in. The warden says,'Boudreaux, I been watchin you. I notice every day dat you been comin' in wid a full load of fish. You must be havin some good luck? Eh?" Boudreaux answers, "May yah, dem fish is easy to catch." The game warden replies, "Well listen. I got me a day off comin next Saturday. I was wondring, maybe I could go an fish wid you?" Boudreaux replies, "May dat be no problem. Jus make shore you be here at dat 6 a.m. sharp. Cause I gonna leave dis dock wid or widout you." "May I'll be here, don't chu worry none about dat" answers the warden.
Saturday comes and the game warden is waiting at the dock when Boudreaux pulls up and puts his boat in the water. The game warden gets in and Boudreaux proceeds to drive the boat out to the middle of the lake. At this point, Boudreaux shuts off the engine and lets the boat glide to a stop. The game warden, who'd been curious anyway, says to Boudreaux, "May Boudreaux, I been lookin aroun dis boat, and I notice dat all you don brought was dis here ice-chest and dat little brown paper bag under your seat. May, you don't even got no fishin pole." Boudreaux answers, "May, dat be because dats all I need" And he proceeds to pull a stick of dynamite out of the brown paper bag, lights it, thows it in the water and watches it go boooom! All the fish in the area, being stunned, float to the top of the water.

The warden, by this time, can't believe his eyes. Half yelling, he says to Boudreaux, "May Boudreaux, I know we been knowin each udder for a long time, but man, you can't be doing dat, especially wid me being a game warden n all. May, dat's agin de law in a big way dat is." Boudreaux, without say a word, calmly reaches down into the bag (with the warden still rattling off), pulls out a stick, lights it, hands it to the warden and says, "You gonna talk, or you gonna fish?"

I'm guessing Elspode was referring to the poison pill, rather than the TNT....

Yes, I was...but strangely, I considered telling the exact same joke that Buster did, but decided everyone had probably already heard it.

Mmm... "Poison, poison, poison, tasty fish!"

If the people know what the fishes died from, they will be told if they are good for consumption or not....i hope! Otherwise they will see it as a great oppurtunity to get those fishsticks!

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Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce BTW- welcome to the Cellar, Eric.

dont worry Eric, mine isnt either...but people seem to understand me pretty good! haha

Where in China, Eric? We have a couple of members there.

Guangdong province china.Bruce , maybe you know billy who is my colleague.actually, he tell me this good cellar.

I hope too and thx

Hey, are you named after Eric the Red?

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Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce Hey, are you named after Eric the Red?

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Originally Posted by Eric what's mean of "Eric the red"??

As I often tell my wife, Eric the Red also knows rain - "Eric the red knows rain, dear"

Eric the Red is the ancestor of my people! Jump off, ye foul what-efer-'tis-ye are!

Lemme check my Farmers' Almanac and get back to you!

Brianr, do u have the farmer's almanac?? or are u a farmer?

I wonder how many showers it took to get the stench off that poor fellow. Damn where's the soap.........

Yes, Eric. I do have a copy of the Farmers' Almanac. I buy one every year. No, I am not a farmer. To the contrary, I manage to kill every plant I come across. I buy it for the predictions, homespun wisdom and silly advertisements. All in all, not a bad way to waste a few bucks.

Brian

Eric, if you want an idea of what is in the "Farmer's Almanac" you can go to their website.

Oooh wow ... checked the long range weather and there's a lunar eclipse slated for Oct 27th!!

thx, wolf. u show me a interesting website.I am thinking now if i can observe this lunar eclipse in china.
Brianr, it seem that the farmer's almanac were not used only by the farmer.

Never ask me to baby-sit your fern.