Putin, Medvedev, some flunkies and a few cameramen took their customary holiday in the wilderness. Putin caught a large pike. Which he then kissed. Not being much of an ichthyphage or, for that matter much of an ichthyphile myself (they all taste like fish and look like fish to me) I can’t comment on how much the thing weighed. What amuses me is the coverage – almost all of it scornful: nearly a million hits on Google for “Putin pike”. There is scorn and disbelief on the Russian Internet (didn’t Putin crack down on all criticism of him?). A 20kg pike is not all that amazing. A moment’s search on Wikipedia (something apparently beyond the abilities of reporters these days) tells us that pike can clock in at well over 20kg and there are rumours of larger ones up to 40kg. Here are some record pike, all of them over 20kg. But, apparently, according to the “layers of fact checkers and editors” the media boasts about, such do not exist. Or not in Tuva anyway. Or if they did, not to be caught by Putin. WOW! Is this really all the news that’s fit to print? What a strange obsession people develop about Putin. Maybe the next issue of the DSM will have an entry for “Putin Derangement Syndrome”. I’ll bet that half the reason Putin does these outdoorsman stunts is to amuse himself as the media goes nuts over it. But at least there are no fish named for Putin as there are fish named for Obama even though I have never seen a picture of him actually catching one.