Fish are friends not food

After all the years of me attending field trips with on looking chaperones and teachers who wanted to be there less than the kids.....I got to be a chaperone for the life science class at the high school. To where you ask? Well fine people of the internet, I got to go to the hatchery. Here, fish is a major export and many of the locals either work at a hatchery or know someone that works at a hatchery. I would say driving there was a field trip of itself since I had to drive one group of kids and the teacher drove the other. It takes about 30 minutes to get to the place since you must pass through a total of 3 secret government gates and then dive 15 miles per hour for about 3 miles until you reach another gate and then you are at the hatchery. Once there, the kids all had full rain gear on as if they were about to be blasted with a fire hose. I too geared up with my hunter boots, rain gear and gloves. We all headed over to where the salmon all are fed through to be whacked and then gutted to get all the salmon eggs out. Gross...I know. Just be glad that you did not have to experience it with your own eyes. Before I knew it all of the kids were taking turns in a line of people either hitting the fish on the head to stun them/ kill them, the other kids were sorting the fish, and then the last kids were actually splitting the fish open. All of these activities were also done with no hesitation and a lot of skill. It was then that I ;earned that unlike my field trips to the zoo, these kids grow up with all of these skills. The rest of the trip was uneventful to say the least and it is safe to say I might not ever eat fish again. This weekend all the AmeriCoprs members are going camping so lets all hope I do not freeze to death out in the wilderness.