![]() ![]() ![]() They range the seas from New England to Florida, skipping the West Indies entirely (this is perhaps a result of an innate aversion to rum and reggae music) before re-appearing, in slavering hordes, on the coast of Brazil, leaving, as evidence of their presence, a slimy trail down the South American coastline, all the way to Patagonia. Bluefish are like the threat of Islamists imposing Sharia law in Oklahoma, terrifying, in every way like Rush Limbaugh’s most fervid nightmare, except Bluefish are real. Simply put, you can’t say where they might strike next. Few are the places where a fisherman has never cursed these nasty bastards while scrubbing slime off the deck of his boat and tackle. Their nastiness is experienced firsthand by fisherfolk from a broad sampling of nationalities and ethnicities. The extent to which Bluefish are distributed around the globe is stunning. Anglers spend countless hours on shore and in boats on the water fishing for them, some people even claim to like eating them, but if one were allowed only three words to describe the Bluefish to a farmer from Topeka, they would be the first three words of this paragraph. Ok, that fish doesn’t even want to be the Bluefish’s second cousin. Think of the second nastiest fish you can. So nasty in fact that they are the only member of the family Pomatomidae. If, like a scientist, you refer to Bluefish by their Latin name then you’ve probably never been covered in a slurry of regurgitated sand eels and blood, while removing a lure from one of their frothing, snapping mouths of teeth. If you’ve ever had much cause to interact with Pomatomus Saltatrix, then you know what I mean. ![]()
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