As a kid, I encountered eels more often in crossword puzzles or Scrabble (a good way to unload e's) than in the wilds near my Connecticut home. But in the flesh, when my friends and I caught them by mistake on fishing outings, they were alien and weird, unnameable things—snakes, maybe, or what?—and we were afraid to retrieve our hooks from their mouths.
Published: September 2010
Eels

Mystery Travelers
They spend decades in rivers and lakes, then cross oceans and spawn in secret.
Photograph by David Doubilet


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