I am an eater of fish.
And last week I became a killer of fish.
The Boyfriend and I went up to East Durham to stay at our friends’ new beautiful place near the Catskills.
While there we were invited to do some fishing in a nearby stocked pond on an equestrian farm.
And this is where the Boyfriend taught me how to cast my line and apply the right amount of action.
My first large mouthed bass was a big ‘un, we think it came in at a pound and a half.
It flailed about in the grass and I was sorry for it. I had pulled it out of its water world and there it was gasping for air.
As it turned out, I caught four fish altogether––one sunfish and three bass. The last one was smaller than the others so we put him back.
Thanks to the Boyfriend for scaling and gutting, and then cooking all the fish. What a dirty and somewhat disturbing job it was as the sunfish were still thrashing about with their eyes rolling this way and that.
What a trooper he was to see the job done from start to finish!
As it turned out the biggest bass had a froggy lure trapped in its belly. What a statement that is about swallowing more than you can chew!
In the end I have to acknowledge that the freshness of these fish were without compare. In a supermarket culture where you get all your fish from behind the counter, how often can you eat fish this fresh?
Thanks to the fishes in the deep blue sea for feeding me and my friends.