We’ll get to the disturbing similarities between wildlife officials and drug dealers in a moment, but first, the background:
Every year, the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife holds a “Free Fishing Weekend.” This is the one weekend of the year that people can fish without a license. Now, let it be known that when veteran Oregon anglers hear the words, “Free Fishing Weekend,” they all think the same thing, “RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” The notion of free fishing has kids and their cheapskate parents swarming over Oregon waterways like cats in a sardine factory. It’s not pretty. On the other hand, we must afford the unwashed masses some sympathy, because this “free” excitement is all part of an Oregon Fish and Wildlife officials’ Ponzi scheme. For those of you who, like me, survived the Alsea public school system, let me explain:
As you know, the best method for a drug dealer to build a lucrative customer base is to let folks try the product for free. “The first one’s always free.” Well, Oregon wildlife officials have taken a play from the drug dealers’ playbook. This “free” weekend is nothing less than an attempt to lure (no pun intended) young fisher-people to the water so they will develop an irresistible urge to fish, to develop a “habit.” It’s truly diabolical. Why would these officials stoop so low? Because an Oregon fishing license now costs as much as a brand new Bentley. Okay, not quite that much, but it’s a noticeable investment. An adult annual fishing license in Oregon is now $38.00. Gulp! But wait, here’s an option – If you only want to fish one day, you can get a one day permit for the bargain price of $19.00. Nineteen Dollars! Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that for this price it must include a professional fish guide, transportation and meals. You would be wrong. It only includes the professional guide.
So getting back to drug dealers… I mean, Oregon wildlife officials, yeah, the first one’s free because they’re trying to hook you (this pun WAS intended). And let me warn you, that the picture you have now painted in your mind of Oregon Fish and Wildlife officials sitting back in their offices laughing and spooning copious mounds of caviar onto imported crackers is all wrong. They use local crackers.