We mourn our creek by testing the mettle of what our water grew

Sure I’m bitter and resentful but as a lay scientist I thought I’d find out first hand which is higher in my esteem, cheap produce or inedible fish.

If we measure just the carbon footprint, fish win. But as half of the populace disagrees with it being an issue, and despite my frantic attempts at dodging semi’s loaded with bell peppers and tomatoes, it’s a poor measure of inherent value.

I needed a common metric that was unimpeachable, some simplistic test that would be readily apparent to the casual onlooker, yet was based solely on the respective merits of the two species.

At ease in the current

Bell Peppers aren’t bad on pizza or a good hearty stew, and assuming the flatulence they cause is due to potential energy stored within its fibrous core, would that translate into a horrific struggle when they feel the sting of steel, or would it be like most produce – requiring farm machinery and a good waxing before showing signs of life?

The biggest Capsicum like an "ass down, stem up" sunny lie

Capsicum don’t range far for food, but don’t spook much either. They take surface flies extremely well as most of their food is delivered aerially – by both plane and tractor. Patience, coupled with their cunning predatory instincts allows them to remain motionless and invisible – despite the noise and commotion of nearby farm equipment.

The Pepper Cast, Right at 'em I caught this gaggle of “Red’s” growing flaccid in the sunlight – approaching them directly and casting right at the alpha bell itself …

As I’d never landed a bell pepper in full mating plumage, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

They’re bulky and muscular and retain their texture despite frying, boiling, or baking, so I was hoping they’d give a reasonable account of themselves – some small payback for extincting the fish in my creek.

I felt a brief jolt when I stripped the fly through the pack and set hook tentatively, unsure whether to get the reel handle clear of the vest or whether to duck to avoid incoming angered Capsicum. The lead pepper was clearly startled by the hook – and came out of the rye grass like an avenging angel …

The Great Waldo Pepper, hisself

Airborne and headed away in a hurry, and I’m frantically “bowing” to the beast each time it clears the fescue.

It stem-walked towards a couple of fir trees, and I’m leaning into the butt section trying to steer opposite – thankful that I’d rigged an 0X tippet.

It was plain this wasn’t merely a red pepper, it was likely a “Waldo” Pepper – known for aerial hyjinks and often sport a similar coloration when drinking heavily or during harvest months…

I start gaining line back, I may land it

The leader knot is getting close and I entertain visions of landing this brute. I’d tucked a plain brown double-bagger into my vest hoping sight of a familiar shopping bag with its welcoming Halloween colors and festive label would serve me better than the expected violence once “Waldo” spied the unfamiliar net.

The hero shot, with upchuck

Like the Roma tomato I fought earlier, aerial antics appear to jostle the delicate internal organs of Capsicum Annum as well. It’s unfortunate, despite the heroics shown early in the fight, these internal injuries tend to take the starch out of the quarry if the battle is prolonged.

Any chance of “Catch and Release” will require a firm authoritative hand on the rod in order to keep the fight decisive and short.

As the rest of the bushel was alert to my presence, I faded back onto the patio and let them “cool” a little.

In summary, a tenacious yet fragile foe. A bit of Smallmouth bass mixed with the aerial grace of a deflated football, try not to get any on you …

They’re not a complete replacement for my beloved Salmon, Pikeminnow, Carp, and all the other tainted inhabitants of the local waters … but if I was “hope to die” desperate and needed to get bit, they’d be right up there with rabid dogs and hookers.

Tags: Capsicum Annum, red bell pepper, angling for vegetables, catch and release, fly fishing humor, tippet, rabid dogs, hookers

8 thoughts on “We mourn our creek by testing the mettle of what our water grew

  1. A. Wannabe Travelwriter

    Dear Mr. Lay Scientist,

    I am currently scoping out a massive school of Juglans regia lying near the surface and given my budding apprenticeship as an aficionado in the fine art of fly-fishing, could you please suggest the proper fly to deploy and suggest the appropriate casting technique, especially given all the bushy hazards surrounding the area.

    What type of hook do you recommend to pierce the hardened, thick skin?

    Given your excellent instruction in this post, I was able to “bag” a few of the Capsicum annuum, on my ownself.

    Could you please provide more information on the proper preparation for cooking, specifically how much pepper do you add during preparation?

  2. Igneous Rock

    With Roughfish giving window decoration secrets and Fat-Guy-Alex resorting to Fart Jokes and pants-spliting humor….Pepper fishing can only indicate that Winter has laid in deep! Would you concider pooling the pocket change of the Brownlining blogisphere an sending say, T.C. to New Zealand? We are seriously gonna run outta reading material otherwise.

  3. Don

    Most interesting. Did you check the regs before embarking on this endeavor? How many pecks make a limit? By the way, it appears that you gut hooked that last one, yuk.

  4. fishin jim

    Nothing like the explosive pull of a fish trying to rip the rod from your hands. Excellent story!

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