It was without fanfare or announcement of any kind that the fish stocking truck pulled up to the Landing and Macks Inn with a huge tank of fish. Like most government ops (operations) this man was bound to secrecy by an oath taken upon the heads of his family, friends, and job. He refused to say exactly how many fish were being belched out of the giant tube, but he would agree that it was more than a hundred.
Call me crazy, but it seems if you’re trying to maintain the secrecy of your fish-planting operations, you don’t show up at 1:00 p.m. with the sunlight streaming in and dump your fish. If they really want to control that information, why don’t they come in the middle of the night and do it with a flashlight? I mean, you might have to wake up the fish, but what the hey?
Anyway, what we know for sure is there are at least a hundred (it looked like a whole lot more than a hundred) fish in the river by Macks Inn. So, safe to say, if you’re one of the first hundred people here on opening day, you’ll get what you came for. Snooze you lose.
