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Fish lures German fisherman to his death

Poetic justice?

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Lupo
I'm sure this is a tragedy... but maybe not from the fishes point of view:

Yahoo! News: Fisherman dies chasing fish that stole his pole

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A fish caught in an east German lake near the Polish border not only got off the hook but also lured a 46-year-old fisherman to his death ... the fish pulled the fishing rod out of the man's hands and dragged it about 100 metres away from shore at the Kleinen Pohlitzer lake near Eisenhuettenstadt. The man took off his clothes and swam after the pole.
eurovol
That is no ordinary fish. Poor guy. sad.gif
meckle
Huh ? What did he die from ? very weird
MajorBummer
A good example of Darwinism or unintelligent design.
Lupo
Maybe it´s the modern version of Goethes -Der Fischer. English translation follows.

The Fisher

THE waters purled, the waters swelled,--
A fisher sat near by,
And earnestly his line beheld
With tranquil heart and eye;
And while he sits and watches there,
He sees the waves divide,
And, lo! a maid, with glistening hair,
Springs from the troubled tide.

She sang to him, she spake to him,--
"Why lur'st thou from below,
In cruel mood, my tender brood,
To die in day's fierce glow?
Ah! didst thou know how sweetly there
The little fishes dwell,
Thou wouldst come down their lot to share,
And be forever well.

"Bathes not the smiling sun at night--
The moon too--in the waves?
Comes he not forth more fresh and bright
From ocean's cooling caves?
Canst thou unmoved that deep world see,
That heaven of tranquil blue,
Where thine own face is beconing thee
Down to the eternal dew?

The waters purled, the waters swelled,--
They kissed his naked feet;
His heart a nameless transport held,
As if his love did greet.
She spake to him, she sang to him;
Then all with him was o'er,--
Half drew she him, half sank he in,--
he sank to rise no more.

Goethe, (translated by Charles T. Brooks)
chipbag
I bet it never pulled the rod out of his hands, more like he was one of these guys who put the rod in a holder and sit on a stool and drink beer for hours and doze off and then when the fish drags the rod off (granted, must have been a big sod of a fish) jumps up, springs in and drowns, as alcohol is not a known risk factor for sustained floating.
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