Thanks Tim for all your work. The American eel is a fond memory from my earliest youth. Those wonderful days fishing the different ponds in Weymouth, MA. and hooking eels and having them wrap around every stick they could find. I remember all the old Italians always asking me to keep one for them if I could get one to shore.
I kept one once for myself and cooked it as the old timers did and it was just incredible.
How often I think about their journey and how they can swim places that no fish could ever manage. Though not an American eel I once killed a 5 foot black eel in New Zealand for dinner. It was moving up a tiny water fall laden stream above tree line an elevation of maybe 5500 feet on the South Island. Fried eel for days, boy did it taste good after about 20 days in a row of eating dried pakaged food.