Surf and turf: Baby eels wade into more battles over treaty rights, fisheries and the law
Above a river south of Halifax, the sky darkens to a deep indigo – a signal to millions of baby eels to emerge from under the rocks and crevices of the brackish water. They wriggle near the surface like spermatozoids, pushing against the current. Making it this far was a feat. They drifted thousands of kilometres as larvae on ocean currents from the Sargasso Sea, landing on the eastern coasts of Canada and Maine. By then, they had transformed into baby eels, or elvers, translucent but for two black specked eyes. Soon, they will pigment and journey up the river to adulthood – if they don’t meet the net of a harvester such as Stanley King. Mr. King strides into the river on this chilly April night in neoprene waders and merino wool long johns. Photos, links, more, >>CLICK TO READ<< 07:01
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