Angler detritus

It was a few degrees warmer today than yesterday, and the sun even had enough oomph by early afternoon to melt a bit of the snow. In so doing it revealed what an errant angler had left behind, perhaps on a recent ice-fishing foray, perhaps last summer. I'm guessing the latter, since the Pabst Blue Ribbon can looks pretty weather beaten. Whenever it was deposited, the sight of someone's trash simply left behind annoys me mightily, and for reasons I've never been able to fathom, the culprit is all-too-often a fisherman. I grew up with the "take only pictures, leave only footprints" ethic, and it mystifies me why anyone would come to a beautiful natural area and leave it less beautiful than the way the person found it. Maybe the angler's mother still picks up after him. Mother Nature doesn't work that way, although I wish She would occasionally get mad, pick up the can, and heave it at the perpetrator of this environmental insult.