Was reading a web site about collecting native fish (another interest
of mine) and came across this little vignette. Thought some of you
would find this amusing. I almost fell over laughing because it
brought an immediate scenario to mind

"...my most "memorable" experience occurred in Savanna State Park near Grand Rapids, Minnesota. I was doing a nocturnal survey and caught a Tadpole Madtom. As I reached in to release it, I shined my headlamp into the bottom of the net, but lost sight for an instant and drove the dorsal spine all the way into my finger. The burning was instant, intense, and felt like some one was torturing me with a lit cigarette. Frantically, I yanked the fish out and shook my hand in all directions. My howls of anguish and maybe some French echoed through the forest. Screaming and shrieking brought no relief, but I was actually glad of being alone in a remote part of the park and miles from the campground because it must have sounded like a wounded animal suffering a horrible death."

Hoooowwwwwuuuooooooooooo

And thus the handle "Howlingmad?"

How many Bigfoot vocals were reported that night I wonder ?

'Zactly Jim

Oh, and this wasn't me (not this time at least), just some
other poor dude not paying close enough attention...

Owwww! My tadpole's dorsal spine hurts just thinking about that... Ouch!