True story.

Six year ago I was out in the Sea of Cortes with a friend who loves to fish. He hooked a giant fish. It was jumping six feet into the air from a few hundred feet away, it was a sight to behold. After watching it struggle to break free for some time, I hoped it would cut the line with its sharp nose. There was no luck for the fish that day. My friend, the sport fisherman, reeled in the beautiful brilliant blue fish that was a long as I am tall. My friend won the battle for life… or so I thought.

I found myself staring at the lovely, gracefully built, perfect fish face-to-face. Soon, I was hanging my head overboard tossing my lunch and then my breakfast and then probably the dinner from the night before. I was about a foot from his long sharp pointed nose, looking into its large dark eyes. It was taking me in as well. Our souls were connected then, while our eyes were examining one another’s existence, its head was smashed in with a hammer, probably to save my life as much as to make it possible to bring it on board. I wanted the horror to end. Up close, it was a live being that wanted to be free. I imagined its loved ones watching sadly and helplessly from below having clung to its side throughout the whole insufferable time it resisted its fate for moral support.

I averted my eyes after gazing at its beauty a few time wondering how such a magnificent creature is made so differently and yet so similarly as I am; one living above water, one below. It was gutted, meat distributed to the locals, some packed for the trip home and later eaten with salad and a tall glass of diet soda. The once vigorous creature of Earth was mounted on the wall where it remains today. At times when I looked at it, my mind went right back to the moment when our eyes met before the awful inhumane cudgeling.

I thought fisherman had one when one day the event that I predicted would happen happened. He had a heart attack. A lifetime of unwise eating caught up with him. Mother nature reeled him in and he was face-to-face with a doctor who told him heart surgery was his only option. Yes, Omega 3 oils are good for us, but his diet rich in red meats, chips, alcohol and junk-food greatly countered the benefits of fish oil. Luckily I warned him about the signs of a heart attack before our relationship ended.

Interestingly, I had a feeling things wouldn’t work out for us, not just because he pummeled beautiful sea animals for sport and ate a diet that appalled me, but because I had an strong inkling that there was a better life out there for me, a saner one. I’m getting closer every day. Going vegetarian all the way would be another large step forward not just for me but for mankind.

I bet he Likes a Large Sausage Now and again ?