Giant Goldfish
Richard Stevenson
Angler Raphael Bragini
claims he caught a thirty-pound
orange koi carp on a fishing
trip in France. Others
claim
the biggest specimen caught
in France
weighed an amazing ninety
pounds!
Technically possible, if
the fish
grew up in a big lake with
lots of nutrients and no
predators.
You’d need an aquarium
the size
of a house for a thirty-pounder
though.
Doubt they make glass thick
enough.
Imagine Raphael’s
surprise when he
managed to drag his thirty-pounder
aboard his little boat.
He had
a friend take a picture,
then released it.
Local fishermen had tried
to catch
that fabled fish for six
years!
Raphael must have single-handedly
boosted the tourism industry
in France –
fishing that lake in the
south anyway.
Imagine he could afford
a huge aquarium.
What would he feed his colossal
fish?
He’d need a forty-five-gallon
drum of food –
Probably every couple of
weeks!
And where would he buy a
can that size?
And a what colossal price?
Impossible!
Of course, he could have
faked the photo –
was certainly accused of
that,
though no one so far has
proven the claim.
Of course, he could have
donated the fish
to some French zoo.
Or raised funds
for food by allowing kids
to ride it
around a swimming pool –
if he had one.
Maybe just for a little
while –
before the chlorine killed
him maybe.
Or he could have cut it
into
fish steaks; deep-fried
huge chunks
for weeks – assuming
goldfish is
not too gamey at whatever
age the fish
had attained at that point.
Imagine!
All you could eat at some
fancy restaurant.
Nope. He let it go;
thought the photo
would be enough evidence
that such
a giant goldfish lives –
in southern France
in an undisclosed southern
lake anyway.
Dumped it overboard; watched
the locals grin
at their renewed chance
of riches and fame.
A giant goldfish.
Should have saddled
it up for as spin around
the lake.
Tied buoys to it so it couldn’t
dive,
but that would have been
cruel, and Raphael
didn’t have the stomach
for that. Couldn’t
get it home alive anyway.
Would have been pinched.
Fined an enormous sum, just
for being the guy
that managed to catch the
fish and settle the question
of its existence.
No, throwing it back had been
the better part of valour.
He still got the collar
and the picture created
a huge stir in the media.
Made believers and doubters
that debate to this day.
Giant Goldfish! Thirty
pounds or ninety –
enough to sink more than
a few bobbers anyway,
and measure happiness in
fisherman inches
for another six years.
Let the computer geeks
look for fissures in the
fish story, prove the photo fake.
Let the foam in beer drinkers’
moustaches twitch a bit.
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Richard
Stevenson retired after a thirty-year teaching stint at Lethbridge College and
now lives in Nanaimo, BC. Forthcoming books include a trilogy, Cryptid Shindig,
from Hidden Brook Press ( including the volumes If a Dolphin Had Digits,
Nightcrawlers, and Radioactive Frogs); a standalone collection, An Abominable
Swamp Slob Named Bob, from Altered Reality Press; and collection of haikai and
lyric poems for younger kids, Action Dachshund! (from Ekstasis Editions).
He’s hoping to put another edition of his poetry/rock troupe, Sasquatch,
together when Covid takes a bow and we can have live music again.