Giant Schools of Fish
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I'm reading A Flash of Green by John D. McDonald. The story is set in small town on the coast of Florida. On page 121 I run into this passage. This book was written in 1962 and we've got a couple of grown men talking, so this event probably happened in the 1930s.
"I must have been about eight years old. It was a Sunday in May. There was a school of mullet in there like nobody has ever seen since. I'd say they were schooled up six miles long, a mile wide and ten feet deep."
"Say, I remember that! God damn! We gigged all day long until our arms like to fell off."
"Everybody did. Half the town was out there."
"And the fish house price fell off to two cents, finally, and then they wouldn't buy at all because they had no room. I remember we run a truck down to Naples, but it was a hot day and we had no ice, and the man down there didn't like the look in their eye by then. So we dumped 'em damn near the center of town and took off fast."
"The whole town here stank for a week. That was the last big school, the last one on this coast, Elmo."
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