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Tuesday 25th May, 2010 I have a great job, with the exception of the bureaucracy. I’ve been working in a similar line of work now for 10 years and I think I’m just getting the hang of it. I take learning about my job seriously, and I’ll listen to anybody who may expand my knowledge. Last week this practice failed me miserably as I met a couple of talkers who really knew everything. And for the first time I realized how much I obviously don’t know. The first talker was a really nice gentleman, the type that anybody would love to have as a Grandfather. It was a good chat, but we reached a point where he started telling me what species of trout live in a certain creek ... a certain creek that I’ve worked on, and the same creek that flows through my family ranch. He was adamant that there was a special species of trout that lived in that creek and only one other lake in Alberta. After I had listed off all the trout in Alberta, he informed me that it was none of those, but was a species that I obviously didn’t know of, and that I should really learn, because it would help my job… WTF?!? The rest of the conversation revolved around gardening before I managed to find an excuse to drive away. The second incident was unbelievable… something that I thought couldn’t be real. It started as I turned down a gravel road at the end of a well used reservoir. As I went around the bend and down a hill, I came across a station wagon parked on the road with the trunk open. I slowed down to pass and as I looked out the gentleman looked up, read the decal on the side of my truck, and scrambled to put away a fishing rod. Pure panic! Of course, I stopped to chat. Now, I don’t have any powers to check licences or give tickets, I’m just a plain biologist in a work truck. As I stepped out he approached me and started talking in an attempt to distract me from what I had seen. I didn’t say much, but after an hour I heard a lot! Of course, he wasn’t planning on fishing there; he was just looking at the creek. And as he told me, he is a great person who always follows the rules. The two tickets he got in the past weren’t his fault. One was a mistake - he had planned on releasing the extra trout on the stringer, he was just waiting until he caught a bigger one. The other ticket was a bigger mistake - after he caught his limit, he started using bait, in an area where it wasn’t allowed, to give back to the trout. Apparently, a treat when they stole it off his hook?!? After recovering from the shock of his candidness and his belief that he was right, I tuned in to his talking again. He was excitedly telling me about all the carp he catches in the lakes in Alberta - only there are no carp in Alberta. I’m used to fisherman misidentifying fish, but then he went on to tell me about all the “cout” he catches. Cout – that is, the offspring of a trout and carp. I tried to explain that it wasn’t possible, but he just knew. Anyways, when you’re on the river and you see somebody doing something questionable, go over and chat, you may find that they have a completely valid and reasonable excuse. You may even find yourself dipping worms as a treat for cout. Harps
 
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