We darn near knocked off our Hmong population from their fishing in the polluted paper mill effluence. Rough fish, any fish went in the pot along with anything else they would eat. The DNR had to post signs written in Hmong to stop them from fishing in the pollution pockets. I shot trap with a guy who saw them in Vietnam and he said they were the most bloodthirsty little sobs over there. They'd give them a 12 gauge, buckshot and a bag of rice and let them go after the VC. You really don't want them in your woods "hunting".


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