I thought that was what gas station garbage cans are for. No?
OK, totally true story. Another member of these fine forums used to fish salmon on the north shore back in the day.
He and his roommate rented an apartment, so they had no place to clean fish at home, so they would field clean salmon and put the guts in a bag.
Then they would stop at the same little Quckie Mart on the way back into Duluth and while one guy stocked up on Twinkies, Dew, and chew, they other would discreetly slip the bag-o-guts into the gas station dumpster. Problem solved, right?
Well, as you’d guess, they went to the well once too often and on about the 3rd stop of the season, they noticed that bolted to the front of the dumpster was a sign and they got the vague feeling that it might be directed at them:
TO THE SONS OF B!TCHES THAT KEEP PUTTING SALMON GUTS IN OUR TRASH. WE’RE GOING TO CATCH YOU AND KICK YOUR SPAWN SACK UP AROUND YOUR EARS.
Of course, this sign could only be read one way. As a challenge… Another gut dump-n-run did follow.
Grouse