Eat the Invaders!
Katherine Mangu-Ward | February 20, 2008, 4:50pm
A lot of ecologists are wringing their hands about aggressive invasive species these days, though they're nothing new. The first recorded case was in 1245, "when Norse voyagers brought a soft-shelled clam to the shores of the North Sea on the sides of their wooden ships." Still, in an era of global trade more and more fish, bacteria, and plants are hitching rides to foreign lands, causing some serious changes. Today's New York Times op-ed section has the solution. Eat the invaders.
A half billion giant jellyfish a day forming a slimy ring around your island nation? No problem:
The citizens of Fukui, a northern Japanese island, coped by marketing souvenir cookies flavored with powdered jellyfish. Returning from a fact-finding mission to China, a professor from Japan’s National Fisheries University offered up 10 different recipes for preparing Nomura’s jellyfish. “Making them a popular food,” he told a Japanese newspaper, “is the best way to solve the problem.”
In the U.S., huge super-powered Asian carp are muscling their way north on the Mississippi and have been spotted just 25 miles from Lake Michigan. What to do?:
If we want to forestall our looming carp quagmire, [the Japanese approach] is the kind of attitude we need to adopt on our shores. Sports fishermen are already doing their part by angling for the pests (as the presence of such titles as International Carper, TotalCarp, and Carpology on magazine racks attests). Restaurateurs from Tupelo to Toronto could pitch in by replacing the bland-fleshed channel catfish on their menus with equally bland-fleshed Asian carp. It seems only fair: it was catfish farmers in the South who imported the fish to filter algae from their ponds in the 1970s and allowed them to escape into the wild during the Mississippi floods of 1993...Asian carp, Cajun-style, anyone?
More on the joys of invasive species here (snakehead fish are delish), and here (zebra mussels, anyone?)
KD | February 20, 2008, 11:47pm | #
Having been able to hunt since I was 12-ish, and knowing many regular hunters (my definition of regular means going hunting at least once per season) I would say that most -though not all- of them (self included) spend considerable time and effort at the shooting range between seasons.
The huge majority of hunters do this because they do not want their deer wandering away and dying in the thickets -never mind Mrs. Smith's lawn - where it would be far easier to load them into the truck than from aforementioned thicket.
I have no hard evidence to support it, but my belief is that regular hunters (joes if you will - do you hunt by the way joe?) do not in fact commit a high level of non-fatal shots.
I would say (from personal conversations with Conservation officers) that a main reason 'sharpshooters' are hired is because "Bambi huggers" - who inevitably kick up a huge stink at the merest suggestion of culling anything, figure a professional 'sharpshooter' is not going to be getting any enjoyment from a cull, whereas a 'regular joe' who enjoys the hunt, might actually get something they desire (beside the meat) out of it.
And as for Mrs (or Professor) Smith and her lawn, (forgive me for another personal anecdote here) my personal experience is that once Bambi and the gang start munching on his/her exotic and not so exotic shrubbery I'm one of the first folks they call to "cull". Often the question is can you use a silencer, and do it at night so the neighbors don't connect me with the dastardly deed.
And much as I'd love to put some venison in the freezer after picking it up in somebody's garden (remember the thicket?) the answer to both questions is, and remains NO, but thanks for asking.
If deer were worth money, do you think they would get away?
And most hunters are not going to let them get away (that's why the accuracy practice). To them (and me) deer are worth more than money. With basic non-descript ground beef going for $3.50/lb, steaks at least a buck more, and so on; a few dozen pounds of good clean venision, meat without additives etc (as you pointed out)is certainly worth it to folks like me.
And Bambi huggers be damned - I personally get satisfaction, and a spiritual reward when I bring home wild meat. Most deer are smarter than me in their own environment, so I don't actually manage it that often!
Isaac: me too! ...take me! I'm not that good (see sentence above) and I have my own rifle (though I am a good shot -practicing and all- I'm just not smarter than the average deer. I'd be happy to share with joe if I get anything.