I think we oughta form a committee.

We could have meetings every other Tuesday night in Colville or another convenient location, and discuss what can be done to solve our inability to come to a conclusion about the identity of the fish.

After several months of meetings with opportunities for public input and statements from representatives of the commercial gillnetting industry, the tribal gillnetters association, and a burger-flipper from downtown Cathlamet, we will forward our findings to WDFW.

Then they'll identify the fish as the one we DIDN'T decide upon.

It'll be great.
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