Byebye flying fish

22 01 2010

The ocean, flat like a swimming pool, all of a sudden explodes with bait fish erupting out as the tuna tries to catch its meal with its ambush attack.  This picture catches that moment, when the yellowfin tuna is 6 feet in the air, staring into the lens of the camera, with a flyingfish stuck between its mouth.  Being a tuna fishermen myself, and having tuna season being so close to beginning, this picture arouses many emotions in me, specifically excitement, anticipation, and curiosity.  The obtuse meaning, and punctum of this image result from the tuna, in the air, staring at me, bringing memories of trolling through flocks of birds, watching the tuna abruptly explode in the surface while chasing baitfish.  This is because they tie the scene in the picture to a particuliar memory, arousing emotions tied to the connection between the memory and the image.  Yellowfin Tuna- a fierce predatory gamefish, which evokes the idea of a hungry missile causing explosions on the surface of a smooth, calm ocean, as it attempts to satisfy its never satisfied hunger.

I stood still, as the cool crisp wind blew a scent of acorns, and earth straight into my face.  I was in the perfect position, 25 feet above the ground in a tree stand, wearing light hardwood camouflage, with my face painted in streaks of green and black.  I had been sitting still all morning, since an hour before the sun came up, patiently waiting.  I keep my head still and slowly move my eyes to the right, and then to the left and then out of the palmettos, steps out a young whitetail doe.  She looks around, and waits for a second, before a second doe, slightly smaller, steps out behind her.  Together, they walk across the trail I am sitting on, down towards a pond 100 yards away.  A few minutes later, a mature buck steps out, hot on their trail and begins following the same path the two does had just taken.  He takes another step, and I can count 4 points on each side, a mature 8 point deer, who’s rack spreads outside of the ears with perfect symmetry.  He takes another step, and he is about 30 yards away from me.  I take a deep breath, and draw back with my bow, he takes another step, and I line up my site to just behind his shoulder. I am shaking, with excitement.  I have been holding the bow drawn back for 7 seconds, it feels like 30 minutes. I take another deep breath, and release the string, the arrow goes flying as I watch my dream deer duck, with the arrow flying just over him.  He ducked, he wasn’t supposed to duck.  A gun would have killed him, he wouldn’t have had time to duck, I wouldn’t have had to wait for him to have come that close. Why did he duck? What did I do wrong? At that moment, I became addicted to archery hunting.