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I'd CAREFULLY release the things. After eating several kinds of eels, I wondered if our morays were edible. So when I found one out of it's hole in the day time I put a spear through it. It started spinning like a crocodile on a wildebeast, bent the spear then dragged it back in to it's hole, snapping it's teeth the whole time. I was inder the impression the spear through it's body might actually kill it. Hell no. I finally got the thing up on the shore and crushed its head with a rock, put in a hefty bag, put the bag in my back pack and started wlaking home. The whole way home I could feel the damn thing writhing between my shoulder blades. In the sink it took another hour to stop moving. I could barely get my sharpest knife through the skin. In the pan te meat curled and was like rubber. Sorry, I rambled, but I wouldn't deal with another maray unless i was starving. Mike
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