So, I'm at work and my facebook email pops up about Beluga out on the sound, near Lockhardt Point. My heart immediately goes into convulsions because I haven't had beluga in my freezer for months.
Ever since I read THIS BLOG a couple of months ago, every time I've eaten beluga, I think of grandparents. It's seriously makes me laugh a silly belly laugh.
Then I get to thinking about all those poor little kiddies who think Beluga's are cute and endangered and that we should just watch them through plate glass. Awwww....if they only knew.
THEN, it gets even worse. I start to feel bad. Seriously. ME...feel bad. I almost thought it would be best if we didn't see anything. ALMOST.
I've been to Sea World, I've argued with the college student with the summer job who tells us all about the "Majestic White Creatures of the Sea..." because they don't know what they're talking about!
I like to see beluga's too at Sea World. But what's going through my head at the time is, "mmmm, Man, I wish I had a 30.06 and a harpoon right now...avatraq...mmmm..."
(Avatraq = Eskimo word for flipper, eaten completely raw when the beluga is brought home)
Anyway, for those of you who wish we didn't eat them, good news! We didn't even SEE one! All we saw was a whole lotta nothing!
I stood at the front of the boat and looked as hard as I could, but my mind just couldn't conjure up the white spouts of beluga whale. I tried, I really, REALLY tried!
We saw seals and snowy owls and lots and lots of ducks, to which Nugent was VERY happy about. But...no beluga. No sky, no sun and no land either for that matter. Too much smoke. It's a good thing my husband knows how to get around out there without being able to see.
Did you think I was going to leave you with great thoughts about the "ones that got away?!"
This is what they look like to me!