Eel bodies go into other bags. Stomach contents will be studied, too. So goes the day. The boat goes out and returns. Fish are counted and identified.
Somebody reaches into a bucket and withdraws a discarded baby doll.
The scientists turn up no corpse resembling Jimmy Hoffa. But they have struck a mother lode of swamp eels. Leo Nico and friends harvest 50 eels. He would rather have found Jimmy Hoffa. Someone asks if I'd like to hold a swamp eel.