You make fish and chips!
You guys are all about laying a dry fly on the water just so and having a rainbow trout rise to it.
Up here, fishing = filling your freezer. Catch & Release = playing with your food.
I took my 12-year-old daughter and two friends out fishing for halibut. It was my first time doing everything – launching, getting out there, dropping anchor, weighing anchor, getting back, docking it – on my own, using my buddy’s boat.
We should have kept the first 4-pound halibut but one guy hoped for bigger fish (I figure 4 people on the boat means we’re allowed 8 fish so almost everything is a keeper. I’m going to insist no that next time). And I should have gone to our usual spot for small to medium halibut and not gone further out for hoping for bigger fish.
Just as the bite was on (lunch), the bite was on (some pollock moved through). Here’s my daughter and my fishing buddy eating and reeling:
Here’s the cooler at the end of day:
And what happened to them:
Yes, I know “chips” usually means fried potato slices, but I went with tortillas chips and guacamole.
No one noticed my Italian (or Bulgarian, Hungarian, Kuwaiti) color scheme in the dipping sauces. Sigh.
