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The Catch

Catfish are floundering in too shallow a creek - long summer, little rain. Doug attaches a drag net to the back of his truck hauls in three or four fish in one sweep. Wide gaping rubbery mouths' sucking desperately at the spray death throes in the wriggling water. The fish are damaged, clubbed by the stony riverbed. Go fill a big blue plastic barrel with tap water dump them in. Not sure what to do. It seems like the catfish are now drowning some are belly-up but still twitching. We may have to stand here under the hot midday sun and just watch.

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