The title appeared innocent enough, but its import sent a chill down my spine.
Inference and Science are never mixed without trouble, as inference is the opposite of scientific rigor. While I instinctively understood that my “connecting the dots” was a leap of faith, the conclusion was so hellish as to ensure our beloved pastime is threatened …
“ Female bats are fussier than males when it comes choosing where to eat in urban areas …”
Knowing that Mother Nature often shares her constructs across species, and buttressed by my personal experiences that Human Females share the same tendencies as bats, suggest this behavior is present in fish as well.
For most this will be a yawner, but knowing most of the freshwater fish in the world live in environments rich in Estrogen and are steeped in female hormones, and noting Science has indicted the water treatment folks with their callous extermination of gonads of all types, suggests the bulk of our quarry are at minimum transgender … or are already female.
As such they’ll develop the rarified palate and be doubly difficult to catch.
What Science has yet to explain is whether a “sale” tag on the fly will make them eat more often, or whether they’ll simply browse your fly box without touching anything.
For those scoffing at my reach of the available facts, note that like Human males, male bats settle …
Males, on the other hand, seem to be less particular and are just as likely to be found settling for poorer-quality woodland patches next to built-up areas. (Via Physorg)
Both species having low self esteem in common, and don’t pay much attention to the quality of what they stuff in their gob …
In male cuttlefish, mated behaviour was not affected by female receptivity; however, familiarity with the female did affect male mating behaviour. Males exerted a strong preference for unfamiliar females .. (Via Physorg)
Males settle … and in females, prefer some “Strange” …
I don’t make this stuff up, I infer it, which is way better.
“I don’t make this stuff…” Yup, others do!
I feel the male bat’s pain, but what ever happened to the yuppie bats? Did they all go metro (I hesitate) sexual? Or are they over on Shakedown Street lookin’ for the heart of town?
One the other five fingers, I hope that someday soon an engineer, waterman and/or scientist figures out how to remove the cocktail of chemicals that we dump into the water table, before we are all singing soprano, like the little bats in the UK! And, apparently, a lot of fish…