Prepared to catch fish, I explained where the previous Friday's honey hole was located, we selected our spots, and began to cast. Before long it was FishOn! for Cody Bell. Bam! I followed and we were FishOn! double. Cody called that his Rainbow Trout was big enough to keep and so we paddled towards the middle. I wasn't paying attention and accidentally let my trout out of the net. Cody stocked the creel with his catch and challenged me to catch some supper, and catch we did. Cody ended up catching 18 fish for the day, and I caught 13.
We chose to keep four pretty, pretty rainbows. Cody cleaned and gutted them, and we were homeward bound. Now, I don't mind eating animals, but being the purveyor of their death has never appealed to me. As Cody pan-fried, in butter, those fillets, I kept looking at their heads. Great smells to the right, death to the left, and so it went, much like a good tennis match. We prepared rice, green beans, and corn bread (in bream shaped pones) to accompany our tasty fillets. They were tender, flaky, and oh so fresh--delicious, just delicious, and not much meat left on the bone!
Since dining on our trout, I dreamt: the headless fish was after me as I waded in a stream; fish heads ate my toes, and, of course returning to the crazy childhood dream, it was no longer safe to go to the potty. In the future, I do not know if I will practice catch and keep, but I do know, I'll keep on catching!
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