They were a little late this year, because of a cool spring. But the pigs finally have arrived. This morning, I picked up this wad of monofilament line (above) left by one of them at a lake near my house. A litter barrel was less than 10 feet away.
Am I upset? Yes, I am. Jerks who do these types of things give anglers a bad name --- and they kill.
Think I’m exaggerating?
Awhile back, I took this photo (below) of a great blue heron that died because of entanglement in discarded fishing line.
If you haven’t already, please take Recycled Fish’s Stewardship Pledge. Following it will be good for you, anglers in general, our waters, and our wildlife.
Okay, now that I have that out of my system.
For the past couple of years, I’ve picked up trash at the access areas at a couple of lakes near my home, once the summer season starts. Mostly I pick up discarded drink containers, fast-food wrappers, and fishing line.
Now that I have Pippa, my new canine companion, she will accompany me on these cleanups. And she seems eager to help.
This morning, she picked up a used feminine hygiene product. Fortunately, I was able to grab the dangling string and pull it out of her mouth.
Ah, yes, I love the pigs.