{"id":6182,"date":"2014-12-26T07:30:46","date_gmt":"2014-12-26T13:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/?p=6182"},"modified":"2014-12-26T07:30:46","modified_gmt":"2014-12-26T13:30:46","slug":"the-honey-hunters-the-most-lucrative-of-all-the-forests-products-and-the-most-dangerous-to-gather","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/?p=6182","title":{"rendered":"The Honey Hunters  The most lucrative of all the forest\u2019s products, and the most dangerous to gather."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><A href=\"http:\/\/blog.longreads.com\/2014\/09\/28\/the-honey-hunters\/\">Michael Snyder<\/a>: <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>1. Liquid Gold<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;It was morning, ebb tide, when our launch slid up to the shore\u2014shiny and metallic and unstable as mercury\u2014and stuck its nose resolutely into the mud. Felt clouds sulked overhead, temporary protection from the blazing April sun. The honey collectors hopped one by one down onto the shore, which swallowed them up to their calves before releasing a thick, flatulent squelch.<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;Zahangir, short, dark, and strong, with a deep scar across his left cheek, trudged up the bank and into the forest first. Then came Abdul Roshid, who had organized the group; Aliur Rahman, scholarly and wispy with wire-framed glasses and a scraggly goatee sprouting from his narrow chin; Abdul Joleel, practically silent for three days running; Haleem, whose voluptuous lips seemed almost indecent in his otherwise spare and angular face; Nurul Islam, compact and smiling and warm; Kholil, a big man with a penchant for big stories; and Aminool, Nurul Islam\u2019s nephew, the youngest in the group, who spent the day hacking absently at the underbrush with a small machete (they call it a daa in Bengali) and looking after me with mute, gesticulatory enthusiasm.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p> Reminds me of my great uncle, who long harvested honey. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Michael Snyder: 1. Liquid Gold&nbsp;&nbsp;It was morning, ebb tide, when our launch slid up to the shore\u2014shiny and metallic and unstable as mercury\u2014and stuck its nose resolutely into the mud. Felt clouds sulked overhead, temporary protection from the blazing April sun. The honey collectors hopped one by one down onto the shore, which swallowed them [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6182"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6182"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6182\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6183,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6182\/revisions\/6183"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}