I was observing a largemouth-bass the other day with what I assumed were its babies swimming around it. Because I know that Ma Nature is one of our greatest teachers, I took the opportunity to hang around a while to see what I could learn from such an experience.
Ma didn’t take long to start the lesson, because before I knew it a branch fell off a nearby tree, thereby creating a loud splash near the pool the parent and children were swimming in. Then to my amazement, I watched the parent bass open its mouth, as the baby bass swam INTO ITS MOUTH for protection.
A number of thoughts sprang into mind at that moment. First, I was amazed that the parents desire to increase the kids chances to survive is so strong that they would invite them to hide behind their molars for protection.
Second, I assume the parent fish to be the mother of the happy couple; because if it were a dude, he might forget the purpose of the fight or flight activity and assume fish sticks were on today’s menu.
Third, I am glad people don’t do that.
Finally, how did this little tradition get started.
“Mom, I’m scared!” The children scream.
“Okay, climb in.” Mother responds.
Then the smarty-finned kid in the back row chimes in.
“Hey Ma, is that your stomach growling?
So, being a fisherman I tried to create a technique which would give me some kind of advantage the next time I was bass fishing. The only problem is that the fish keep stealing my gum when I stick my head under the water to catch them.