Salmon and the douche

We were all having a nice diner with all the old friends and some new ones,  friends of friends, the ones we knew and the new ones. At the end of the table, a guy raises his head as I was talking about river Allier, in central France, once home of the salmon. Hey! It’s my homeland! I’m from Moulins ! He shouts (a nice provincial town, by river Allier). Since I know a little about the area I talk about the beauty of the river, its trout and the elusive salmon we are trying to give some help so he can pass the dams and spawn. All that money spent for a fish? That’s so stupid he said, so I tried to explain that wild atlantic salmon disapeared from that river because of the dams so it is our responsabilty to do everything we can to have salmon back. Spending 100 000$ to help a fish go up a dam while you can raise it in farms is so stupid! That’s exactly when I realized I was talking to a real moron!