When I was a kid I went through this odd stage when I was really hyped about learning to fish, so my dad stocked our pond with trout. As the hatchery guy was throwing the fish into the water, I was standing there with rod in hand, excitedly waiting for the first bite. In retrospect, it probably wouldn't have been as thrilling as the real thing.
Speaking of non-native species, a recent National Geographic issue covered this topic. Quite something - quite depressing.
For the record, my neighbour used to raise and release pheasants. He's long since moved away but a few are still running around my parents' place. Interesting to learn that they're not native at all.
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-Quinn
Man, n. ...His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth, and Canada. - A. Bierce, Devil's Dictionary, 1906
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