When I was little kid my dad worked at a cannery. They'd let him take home whatever he could carry out at the end of the day. He'd take off the rope holding up his pants (I'm not kidding) and thread it thru the gills of the biggest salmon he could lift and toss it over his shoulder like a purse and ride his bike 2 miles up the hill to our little house. Back then Safeway had no cages around the dumpsters so twice a week he'd ride like 8 miles each way and fill up a cardboard box full of produce. We lived like that for some time. It was rad. I've been scrubbin ever since.