I don’t know jack diddly about fishing laws, but when I read the story I thought the processing limits were per processing plant. Not the total limits. I very well could be wrong.

I do know that my parents lived in Newfoundland in the '60s. My dad would go out with a friend on their little boat, drop a line with a hook overboard, jig it a little, and cod would swim up and bite the hook. Nothing on the hook, just a plain hook, but there were so many cod it was ridiculous. I think it’s a bare fraction of what it used to be.

And I love that comic. I’ve shared it so many times over the years.