Reminds me (that last sentence) of a story about what Monk once said to Lenard Feather (lerned father) the noted Jazz critic, historian, author, and fan,...when he over heard him raving about how good the concert was, (had been) outside Carnique Hall, afterwards. Only, i'll insert the word "then" in front of it........then, "how would you know?" lmao, mark.....
From: "Wes Wada" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Subject: Re: [VFB] BUG BALM
Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2005 19:07:11 -0800 (PST)

I don't know about you folks, but this one below goes into my personal
version of the VFB Hall of Fame.  *big big smile*

Wes




Mark Klemick: If the insect tasted good I figured that the trout was also gonna be interested. Turns out that there are certain mayflies that taste sorta like the pale green base of a grass shoot. Mosquitoes are amazingly sweet, and some of the small brown caddis are fairly nutty, like a very weak almond. Maybe this was a clue to selectivity!??!

Anyway, my friend Billy liked to egg me on, you know... sort of the
Jackass situation, and he caught a monster huge adult stonefly and then
insisted that there was no way I'd eat that sucker. So in the face of a
"double-dog-dare-ya" I chomped that thing (making sure that the wings were
still outside while chewing, for maximum visual effect) and it tasted
really *bad*.

Not like rotten or anything, just mostly like old mud. But that's not the
best part of the story because that night I couldn't get to sleep (ZING)
and my pulse was seriously elevated (maybe 160)... racing thoughts,...
etc. Anyway, the sensations were similar to what's delivered by certain
controlled substances (not that I have any direct experience with those).






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