The Trout Trucker
by William Crisp
I was hitchhiking down Route 80 when I caught the eye of a trucker in a white, six-wheeled freighter. He had a wild look in his eye but he pulled in. I was so happy to get a ride I could cry. He said, “Where ‘ya headin’?” I answered, “Nowhere special- I just want to do some fishin’.”
He laughed, “Then you’re in the right place for a ride out because I’m taking this truck north to deliver a fresh load of trout.” Then he said, “Hold on!”; jammed gears and with a cloud of smoke and squeal and a lot of grinding we were back down Route 80 winding out on two wheels while probably doing ninety.