Thread: Silly boy and an eel

Great vid got a great grandson just like him classic

Love it!
It took about two milliseconds for the bravado to evaporate!

Hahaha. You can only tell yer kids so much. Then they got to figure it out themselves.

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Send the boy down here. We have a few he can play with

Poor boy went from hunter to hunted, the smile disappeared pretty quickly.

That eel had attitude and I must say your boy was braver than I would be.

He lucky the eel wasnt a couple of foot longer.

I had a similar experience as a kid. After seeing a large eel in a drain, I put the muzzle of my .17 BSA Meteor near its head and fired a slug. The eel thrashed about, making water murky, so I put my hand in search for my ‘kill’. A nano second later I fell backwards with a shriek, flailing the eel, now attached firmly to a finger, across my brothers face. The eel escaped with a fair bit of skin.

When I was a young fella ( about 8rs old) many many years ago the local Lions club had a Fair down next to the creek in Henderson. One of the events was an eel fishing competition.......About an hour after the competition started there was much screaming and kerfuffle and an ambulance arrived to take one of the kids away. He had caught a large eel and after his father had unhooked it and thrown it up the bank, the kid was playing with it. The eel latched on to the kids forefinger then had spun around and completely stripped all the flesh down to the second joint leaving just bare bone...... They ended up having to amputate the whole finger.
That kid never went into or near water from memory until I lost contact with him when I started high school. The rest of us kids never swam in that part of the creek again when we were growing up.

Great video btw..

Classic alright! I recall a similar childhood incident to Ingrid51 up the Wentworth Valley out from Whangamata. My younger brother and I were out eeling with two of my cousins. Our ages would have ranged from 14 to 18 (I was about 16 at the time). Our eeling methodology was uniquely Rushy and involved road kill (possums and rabbits) and my grandfather’s slasher (it is amazing how many eels can be attracted by road kill in the shallows and how efficient a slasher is at beheading them). Anyway to the point, my younger brother decided it would be fun to put his finger in a rather big partially beheaded eel’s mouth to feel how sharp its backward pointed teeth were but he did not figure on the nerve reflex that caused the eel to close its mouth and nor on his finger being shredded when he shook it loose. Fuck the three of us not in pain laughed as only young fellahs can when someone in the group does something dumb. Having typed this has made me realise that I am the only one of that group of four that is still above ground and breathing. I could write a bloody book about our escapades as young fellahs.

Originally Posted by Rushy

Classic alright! I recall a similar childhood incident to Ingrid51 up the Wentworth Valley out from Whangamata. My younger brother and I were out eeling with two of my cousins. Our ages would have ranged from 14 to 18 (I was about 16 at the time). Our eeling methodology was uniquely Rushy and involved road kill (possums and rabbits) and my grandfather’s slasher (it is amazing how many eels can be attracted by road kill in the shallows and how efficient a slasher is at beheading them). Anyway to the point, my younger brother decided it would be fun to put his finger in a rather big partially beheaded eel’s mouth to feel how sharp its backward pointed teeth were but he did not figure on the nerve reflex that caused the eel to close its mouth and nor on his finger being shredded when he shook it loose. Fuck the three of us not in pain laughed as only young fellahs can when someone in the group does something dumb. Having typed this has made me realise that I am the only one of that group of four that is still above ground and breathing. I could write a bloody book about our escapades as young fellahs.

Those years of childhood escapades are unique. My grandkids stare wide-eyed when I tell them what I did. Perhaps the most daring was to climb a tree as high as possible and give the OK for your mate to fell it. The ride down was (mostly) exhilarating.

Originally Posted by Rushy

..put his finger in a rather big partially beheaded eel’s mouth...did not figure on the nerve reflex that caused the eel to close its mouth...

Exactly the same with congas. While working as a teenager crayfishing on the neighbour's commercial boat, you got some impressive congas at times. I still vividly recall poking a knife in the moosh of a big deheaded conga a good 20mins it got dealt to. The jaws latched on to the knife impressively. We all agreed putting a finger in there wouldn't be a smart idea.

I've been bitten by one when I was a young fella, wading under some willows with my arms outstretched above the water and it latched onto my armpit, squealed like a girl for quite a while untill we got it off and didn't live it down for years as was at school camp in front of all my "mates" who thought it was hilarious

Brilliant!
MB that’s a great golden clip. Dont taunt the poor falla to much eh
We had one on Dads farm that we trained to come to hitting a horse shoe on the colvert.
Feed him up on afterbirth and calve shit. He got bloody big.

Outstanding.

You can tell some people, and some just have to pee on the electric fence themselves......

Eel 1, Boy 0.

Round two?