There may already be a show or list or annual event of some kind that features what I’m going to write about but, if so, I’m unaware of such, so here goes. And I just couldn’t resist one way or the other. You’ll understand. Read on.

In a book I just finished titled A Naturalist Goes Fishing, author James McClintock writes of his fishing experiences and global environmental issues that threaten our planet’s waterways. His travels take him from the Gulf of Mexico to New Zealand, from Lake Nueltin in Manitoba to the French Mediterranean town of Collioure. And many other places along the way.

His style is engaging and thought-provoking. And his message is not all gloom and doom; he offers hope and possible solutions, based primarily on acting soon and working together.

During one of his adventures, McClintock presents a scene where tarpon, ranging in size from 30-60 pounds are kept for short periods of time in a holding pool, where people can watch them and, if so inclined, feed them. Shrimp, a favorite food of tarpon, can be purchased at a nearby food stand and tossed to the tarpon, which readily gobble them down.

McClintock describes one young man holding a shrimp over the pool and then watching as a tarpon snatches it from his hand and returns to the water. At least that was the way it was supposed to work. But on one occasion the tarpon caught some hand along with the shrimp, leaving our intrepid feeder with a bruised hand, along with a bruised ego.

Undeterred, he proceeded to buy more shrimp, but this time decided to hold the shrimp between his teeth over the pool. He survived the encounter, although probably giving the young woman he was with some second thoughts about their relationship.

McClintock nominated him for a Darwin Award, given to those whose stupidity could eventually lead to their demise and thereby improve the gene pool of our species. I’m sure you have recollections of possible Darwin Award winners.

My most recent encounter with a DA nominee occurred last summer, when a motorcyclist sped past me in the passing lane going at least 80 mph. In and of itself, not overly unusual. What was a little different, though, was that he was doing this while balancing on one leg. And he would switch from leg to leg while rocketing forward and changing lanes.

I actually hope this fellow is okay, but have my doubts. Mostly, I just hope he doesn’t get married and have children.