A little bit of chicken fried... wait a second...that ain´t chicken.

Throw own your blue jeans and ball cap and grab your cane pole...we´re going fishin!

ok...that isn´t exactly what my host father sait to me the other evening, but it is as close as i can get in translation...haha.  I have a fish story to share...well, i guess that isn´t technically accurate.

One of the more populare past times in my community is heading out to a small fishing hole and catching an animal, which in guarani, is call mbusu.  In english, well, the closest i can get is eel.  I don´t know the species, but it is indeed a freshwater eel.  at any rate, jaha mbusu hapé!

I feel as if this activity would be a hit in the rural parts of north carolina, i mean, it is really even better than regular fishing. What you do is take the hoe you brought a long with you, hack at some aquatic vegetation until you´ve cleareda out a hole maybe about 2 feet in width, the depth of the water being a little more shallow than that.  Then you bait your hook with chicken meat, beat the water vigorously with your pole, and wait.  and wait. and wait.  I was never much for fishing when i was a kid, but this is really growing on me.  because next comes the rush.  you feel the bite, you yank up, and there it is...a black eel hanging off your chicken meat!!!  You try and get if away from the water asap, bc the mbsusu are valeterei, super smart, and will let you.   mine always fell off, but not to worry.  next you grab up your haul and beat it to death, you can use a stick, or just the ground....ha!  then you grab another stick and feed it through the little things mouth until it erupts through the back of its skull.  and there you have it my friends...dinner is almost ready!

Well...i didn´t know if i knew how to eat eel or not, but i actually took down a whole plate of it...we made a soup with onions, peppers, garlic, and oregano...heterei! (yummy!)

As i was sitting with my cane pole, watching the sun go down, being bit by mosquitos, i could have sworn i was in north carolina...as i needed was a pack a nabs, a can of vienna sausages, and a mountain dew...aaaah. Well...then i saw some parrots, remembered the heard of cows behind me, and realized those trees weren´t pines, they were palms...haha.

mmm....eels.