There is no way that there are fish in the creak they call a river down by the missions (also known as the San Antonio river). No way. The water levels go up and down, it sits stagnant for long stretches of time, and there's no telling what kind of wastes run into it from the surrounding areas. Yet, every time I ride by it, there are people there fishing. Sometimes not a small number of them, either. I have never seen anyone pulling a fish out. If by some miracle someone DID catch a fish, I hope they'd have the good sense to throw it back or incinerate it, NOT eat it. Ugh.
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