Fisheries
A bastion of Machoism (with a capital M): the fisheries. Here are the girls mending the nets
1981
Archive No.30711
while the boys are doing the manly thing: emptying the pond.
April 1958
Archive No.30714
It works as follows: During the night before catching the fish you pump most of
the water out of the (artificial) pond and startle the fish all night long with a gas cannon.
(Unlike pelicans who get used to the cannon quickly, fish are pretty dumb and aren't
given much of a chance to get used to the noise anyway.) Early in the morning, after imbibing litres of
hot black Turkish coffee, you drive all the bleary-eyed exhausted fish with nets into a
little corner of the pond,
where you load them into the lift depicted here which carries them
up into a wheeled container.
April 1958
Archive No.30715
It still works pretty much the same today, only instead of a lift they're using a vacuum pump. A big slurp, and the fish are all gone.