I didn't realize 'till today that Sven Kullander may very well have collected lacustrine guttulatus.
Glancing again at "the fish on the top," not being sure, I'd probably lean towards gutt rather than hart, mostly because of the apparent greenish or turquoise which m/f harts I've seen/kept lack around the head in favor of the (especially females) more olive tones around the head (and sometimes blue speckling behind). The dark vertical bars may push the favor towards gutt as well, since I can't recently recall seeing them much if any on my harts but frequently note the horizontal band. However, I tend to shy away from bars and bands beings they seem to be more temperamental. Nevertheless, the horizontal band or stipe on the gutt is generally broader and slightly more irregular than on harts. The background (body) color on the gutts tends towards greyish/whitish (rice-like) whereas on harts it appears more tanish (oatmeal-like). Kullander's gutt shows a yellowish body/background which is striking - I've not seen that before - nor have I seen another gutt that came from a lake. I'm a far cry from an ichthyologist, let alone bioligist, but I'm intrigued. All I can say with absolute certainty about "Paratheraps" is that the pair-bonded female hartwegi I'm keeping is something to behold, and other adult females I've seen are splendid in olives/gold/bronze and slightly greenish and ice-bluegreen hues.
Ecce hartwegi (the Lady, the Jewel):
Sadly, this picture doesn't do her any real justice: I didn't get the jaw-dropping one with her shimmering, golden dorsal up. I shot her in Don's 150 gallon tank in his dining room while he was waxing poetic on the Paratheraps complex and smoking slender cigars. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Gutts and harts that would take your breath away. It was as if I were dreaming. I asked him if he inhaled. He merely said, "Sometimes." I swallowed hard. Then I asked if we could go look in the vats again. Laconicly, he quipped, "Sure." I was in heaven. He acted casual but was brimming: he could see I'd understood that I'd was on one of my many "Journeys to Mecca," and that surely I'd spend thou$and$, though it didn't matter, because I was drinking it up like rainwater, and he knew it was soon turning to mellow wine. Daddy Don was obviously proud of his animals - in a very quiet way.
Anyhow, wait 'till you see the shots of my female (hand-selected of course) but with the bright blue speckling behind the head. She's world class.
Glancing again at "the fish on the top," not being sure, I'd probably lean towards gutt rather than hart, mostly because of the apparent greenish or turquoise which m/f harts I've seen/kept lack around the head in favor of the (especially females) more olive tones around the head (and sometimes blue speckling behind). The dark vertical bars may push the favor towards gutt as well, since I can't recently recall seeing them much if any on my harts but frequently note the horizontal band. However, I tend to shy away from bars and bands beings they seem to be more temperamental. Nevertheless, the horizontal band or stipe on the gutt is generally broader and slightly more irregular than on harts. The background (body) color on the gutts tends towards greyish/whitish (rice-like) whereas on harts it appears more tanish (oatmeal-like). Kullander's gutt shows a yellowish body/background which is striking - I've not seen that before - nor have I seen another gutt that came from a lake. I'm a far cry from an ichthyologist, let alone bioligist, but I'm intrigued. All I can say with absolute certainty about "Paratheraps" is that the pair-bonded female hartwegi I'm keeping is something to behold, and other adult females I've seen are splendid in olives/gold/bronze and slightly greenish and ice-bluegreen hues.
Ecce hartwegi (the Lady, the Jewel):
Sadly, this picture doesn't do her any real justice: I didn't get the jaw-dropping one with her shimmering, golden dorsal up. I shot her in Don's 150 gallon tank in his dining room while he was waxing poetic on the Paratheraps complex and smoking slender cigars. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Gutts and harts that would take your breath away. It was as if I were dreaming. I asked him if he inhaled. He merely said, "Sometimes." I swallowed hard. Then I asked if we could go look in the vats again. Laconicly, he quipped, "Sure." I was in heaven. He acted casual but was brimming: he could see I'd understood that I'd was on one of my many "Journeys to Mecca," and that surely I'd spend thou$and$, though it didn't matter, because I was drinking it up like rainwater, and he knew it was soon turning to mellow wine. Daddy Don was obviously proud of his animals - in a very quiet way.
Anyhow, wait 'till you see the shots of my female (hand-selected of course) but with the bright blue speckling behind the head. She's world class.
