Salty language comes with the territory in this story; we thank Paige Williams as always for her excellent reporting at the intersection of natural history and current environmental affairs: Inside the Slimy, Smelly, Secretive World of Glass-Eel F…
A lot of Mainers want badly to win the elver lottery. This year, more than forty-five hundred people applied for sixteen available licenses. "It's an industry, not a fucking cult," a fisherman said. Illustration by Agnes Jonas
Salty language comes with the territory in this story; we thank Paige Williams as always for her excellent reporting at the intersection of natural history and current environmental affairs:
Each spring, hundreds of millions of baby eels swarm the waterways of coastal Maine. Soaring global demand incited an era of jackpot payouts and international poaching.
The Sargasso Sea, a warm, calm expanse of the North Atlantic Ocean, is bordered not by land but by four strong currents—a gyre. Vast mats of prickly brown seaweed float so thickly on the windless surface that Christopher Columbus worried about his ships getting stuck.
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