Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

A Bag of Fish

Yesterday evening, on my drive home, I spotted a plastic bag alongside the road not far from my house.  My habit is to immediately stop and pick up any litter I find on our stretch of road.  When I stopped to grab the bag, I found—of all things—about a dozen smelt fish in the bag.

I dumped the fish out on the ground for the local scavengers and hauled the bag home to pitch in my trash.

Weirdly enough, this is not the first time I have found fish in on my road.  It’s the fourth time.   Many years ago (at midsummer) I found a frozen five-pound rainbow trout wrapped in a beach towel.  A few years after that, I found a bag of perch.  Sometime after that, I found a fairly large carp lying in the road.

I have never watched any movies in the Sharknado series.  Is there something I should know?

Mitchell Hegman

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