by John Merwin

So how about a nice, tasty piranha for lunch? I caught the fish in the photo, a yellow piranha about a foot long, some years back while fishing the Bolivian headwaters of the Amazon. And it was indeed delicious, sort of like eating a giant bluegill.
The circumstances were even stranger than the fish. I was the guest of a wealthy Bolivian industrialist who was thinking of opening a fishing lodge to attract North American business. Trouble was, he had no concept of how the modern world went fishing. The lodge idea never did work out, but getting there was half the fun.
When we, along with a motley contingent from the jungle village. took a day trip to Piranha Lake (very rough translation), I was given a choice of fishing from an extremely narrow, tippy-looking dugout canoe or from an inflatable Sears raft, new and still in its carton. I chose the raft, from which my guide Arturo and I dangled 10-pound-test handlines baited with fresh hunks of beef.
Sure enough, there was eventually a tap-tap-tap on the line. I hoisted a piranha in the air and watched its razorlike teeth chattering on the hook shank. Arturo gestured for me to give him the fish, so I flipped the flopping piranha over to him through the air. He got all upset. “No, no! Not like that,” he shouted.