Asian crap? They have a lot of that these days, all kinds of little gadgets and gewgaws, see them everywhere as I walk to the subway.
Oh, carp? That's different. Reminds me of a story in fact.
It was 1969 and I was in my hippy phase (I still am, I guess, depends on your perspective), and a group of us went camping in the woods, bringing only some flints and some knives and some sharp sticks. No, that's wrong... we brought the knives and we made the sharp sticks when we got there, cut down some fine green saplings and made those sticks sharp! So sharp that I still have a scar on my thumb from when Sunshine poked me. It was an accident. She said.
Anyway, we were up there camping (made our own shelter, made or caught our own food, oh did I mention the cast iron pans? we had cast iron pans too, we were spartan but not exactly lightweight), and we decided to do some spearfishing. We were smart, but the fish were wily. We went two days without any protein, just finding various shrubs and herbs (we did bring a wee bit of herb), and then finally, we saw it. The Fish.
It would lurk under one particular lily pad every day, gazing at us with its unceasing, ancient glare, daring us, yes DARING us to try to catch it. We tried, oh did we try. Sunshine threw herself at it wantonly (as was her habit), Thor came this close, and then finally, on the most beautiful, sparkling, blue-sky day of my life, I skewered that damn fish. Best meal I ever had.
Joe(was it an Asian Carp? who knows)Nation