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
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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'.