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The Rural Voice, 1981-07, Page 32Agricultural Opportunities South Pacific Manager, Seek Potato Project, Papua New Guinea This posting requires an agriculturalist with a solid working knowledge of potatoes and other vegetable crops, management and agricultural skills, and a knowledge of basic maintenance and repair of farm machinery and buildings. Some extension work is involved. Agronomist, Root Crops, Vanuatu: This posting, which involves extensive travel. requires an agronomist, (preferably bilingual), with a master's degree and related work experience. The work involves study of traditional root crops, pests and diseases as part of a UNDP -sponsored program. Contracts Two years. Salaries Adequate to cover local living costs: fringe benefits including housing and certain allowances. CUSO 1961-81 For more information, write: CUSO Agriculture-AF2 Program 151 Slater Street Ottawa, Ont. KIP 5H5 Barn Renovations and Painting We also specialize in • Barn renovations • Concrete breaking * Sandblasting 482-9161 i���2pZ �J\LC/z VARNA, ONTONT. PG. 30 THE RURAL VOICE/JULY 1981 GISE/ F IRELAN" Suckered into fishing Every year when the season opens the kids manage to sucker us into going fishing. We always set out to catch enough trout for supper. . . . and usually come home with suckers. This was Sunday, and after a hectic week of planting all Brian wanted to do was stretch his tractor shaken bones on a flat surface and flake out. The kids, poles in hand, stood around him with expectant grins on their faces. Who could resist a guilt trip like that? To make it more interesting they invited Uncle. Barry and Aunt Carol and their four kids along. When they got to the stream Barry cautioned them they would have to be very quiet if they wanted to catch anything. Eight kids followed him, aged from 4 to 13. Of course, they were quiet. about as quiet as a bunch of chickens just fed. Brian never catches anything except old cans and boots so he and Carol went on the worm digging detail. Digging worms for eight avid fishermen is a full time job. Along with us we had the usual assortment of flying menaces. First they ate the repellent and then proceeded to take bites out of us and flewinto the trees to dine. Meanwhile, back at the cars, the cows were trying to climb into the open trunks. After a lot of quiet yelling we dispersed them and proceeded to catch supper. Barry told our four kids that the expensive bamboo poles they had (about 45 cents apiece) were not flexible enough to catch trout and took his fancy rod and reel out to show them how it was done. Before he got his baited, one of the bamboo crew pulled out the first trout. I just sat on a rock and knitted because 1 figured someone would have to pull the odd kid out of the stream or take the hooks out of their hand. Before the afternoon was out. we were still at it. It had started drizzling so we were getting wet along with the major surgery being done on us by the mosquitoes. But they were actually catching fish. We had them in a plastic pail before one of the younger ones decided the fishies needed more water and naturally dumped them all in the stream while he was refilling the pail. After much name calling and scrambling over rocks they managed to put all the trophies back in the pail. Together, the kids managed to catch 37 of them, while Uncle Barry and his fancy rod and reel pulled in a whopping total of 1. Didn't they let him know about it. Now came the best part. Four little boys helping to take the innards out. Fish cleaning was my department because, of course, we had to eat them right away. We discussed what fish guts did in general while we massacred them. Tails were left on so we could still identify the fish after we had cooked them. They weren't much bigger than two smelts, but they tasted terrific. I managed to melt the bottom of a plastic pan containing fish dunking flour all over Carol's stove, but we still ate trout and barbecued steak. Our own surf and turf. We took our mosquito riddled bodies home and left poor Carol with the debris to clean up. Her kitchen sure smelled like we'd gone fishin'.