Our nature walk had felt good. Even a little exhilarating. Now confined to mostly home quarters, we all agreed that spending time in nature seemed important. Brilliant March sun had promised us all a golden spring experience today, but now the breeze clawed at our faces. Time to turn back and head for home. We were cold.
As we made our way back across the bridge and toward our house, we spotted the truck. I watched as it slowed down and parked dead center on the opposite side of the bridge from where we walked. On the side of the truck, a logo read, “Department of Energy & Environmental Protection.”
Suddenly, I heard my wife’s voice, “Oh girls! We’re in for a treat!” Curious little voices erupted into a cacophony of questions: “What? What’s happening? What are they doing?” I even wondered to myself, “What is going on?” With no traffic on the road, the five of us crossed to gain a better vantage point. Two men emerged from the truck, both wearing hip waders. The driver, donning a stocking cap with a brim and dark sunglasses, circled round the back of the truck and climbed up on the passenger side. Glistening silver box-like chambers rested on the truck bed, fueling curiosity in my three daughters and me. What kind of truck was this? And what were we about to witness?
Pulling a large net from behind the truck’s cabin, the driver lifted a lid of one of the silver tanks. He then inserted the net. And then it happened. Fish stocking!