Wicked Tuna

I fish. I don’t always catch, but I certainly like to fish. And the National Geographic channel has a new show on tuna fishing called, what else, Wicked Tuna. Week after week, we get to follow the Captains of various boats as they go out past the Massachusetts coast in search of bluefun tuna:

Fishing is a hard life, and harder with bluefin stocks depleted. In Gloucester, Massachusetts, there’s a special breed of fishermen. For generations they’ve used rod and reel to catch the elusive bluefin tuna.

The Tuna.com crew- Deckhand Sandro Maniaci, Captain and Owner Dave Carraro, and First Mate Paul Hebert, Wicked Tuna on Nat Geo

They depend on these fish for their livelihood, and the competition is brutal.

Over the next 10 weeks, the most skilled fishermen will set out in the frigid waters of the North Atlantic in hopes of catching the valuable bluefin tuna. When one bluefin can bring in as much as $20,000—they’ll do whatever it takes to hook up.

It’s a good show. If you are a Survivor fan, you might think that Boston Rob may be related to Captain Dave Marciano of the Hard Merchandise boat. Except Rob’s last name is Mariano. Not Marciano. But they talk exactly the same! All wicked this and piss-ahs.

Man Catches an 881-Pound Tuna, Only to Have It Taken Away

Two stories hit the national airwaves, the webwaves, tonight. One concerns a fisherman who caught an enormous bluefin tunafish. And the second is about how walking through doorways causes forgetfulness.

Carlos Rafael and his Fish Story

Let’s mack the fish story first. So the angler angling for the record tuna is named Carlos Rafael and he was dragging nets and snagged a whale-like fish:

A Massachusetts fisherman pulled in an 881-pound tuna this week only to have the federal authorities take it away. It sounds like a libertarian twist on the classic novella by Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea, but for Carlos Rafael, the saga is completely true.

Rafael and his crew were using nets to catch bottom-dwellers when they inadvertently snagged the giant tuna. However, federal fishery enforcement agents took control of the behemoth when the boat returned to port.

Dang. I caught a fish, once, nearly that big. And I’ll discuss it and share pictures. In this very blogpost. Promise. First, let’s go to the next story.

Doors of Perception at Notre Dame

So Notre Dame* invested some hard-earned money to answer one of the major existential questions of life. Do folks like you and me tend to be forgetful when we traverse from one room to the next? Does the new space lend to forgetfulness:

New research from University of Notre Dame Psychology Professor Gabriel Radvansky suggests that passing through doorways is the cause of these memory lapses.

“Entering or exiting through a doorway serves as an ‘event boundary’ in the mind, which separates episodes of activity and files them away,” Radvansky explains.

Yeah, okay. Let’s test this theory. I am getting up. Still blogging with my laptop. And passing through a doorway. Nothing. I am unaffected. No early onset Alfred Heimers. (I am not quite familiar enough with Alfred to call him Al. Al’z Heimers. You know, Alzheimer’s.)

I am perfectly fine. Okay, back to the first story. Hmmmm, interesting. I seem to have forgotten exactly what happened when I caught that one monster fish. You’ll just have to take my word on it.

* Not sure if you are aware that Notre Dame’s School of Paralegal-ery has a club called the Notary Dames. But it is for women only. And they are trained in all the jurisprudent dark arts: notary, notoriety, filing fu, paralegal-ery duties, paramilitary skillz. Them some shifty dames, ‘dats fer sure.