Uncover the Secret Delicacy Hidden Beneath Our Feet: The Surprising Truth About Eating Around Worms
He handed one to me without explanation.
I lowered the line into the dark water.
The first tug startled me. I jerked upward, and a small silver fish burst from the hole, twisting violently. It struck the ice with soft wet slaps, body bending frantically — then stopped. Completely. Frozen mid-motion, mouth open, eyes bright and fixed.
“Smelt,” he said. Or maybe “tomcod.”
Soon more lay scattered around us, each one locked into its final pose within seconds of touching the air. Around us, other fishermen worked the same way, silent figures bent over their holes, pulling life from the ocean and watching it turn instantly still.
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