THE WEEKLY HATCHERY SCOOP
“Harumph. Forks Creek, eh? Two thousand smolts, blink and you’ll miss ’em. Cowlitz barely a thousand, Bogachiel and Naselle… hardly worth the flap of a wing. Back in MY day, we saw rivers BLACK with salmon. Hawking wouldn’t need equations to see what’s wrong here, just eyes.
Pro Tip: Pay attention to the tides, ya young whippersnappers. They bring the fish.
What’s Bitin: Nothin’ good enough for a respectable Sasquatch. Maybe some sculpin if you’re desperate.
Grandpa’s Grumble: This generation… spoiled rotten. Expects salmon to just jump into their mouths. Put in the work, respect the rivers, or there won't BE any fish.
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