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Post by featherduster on Mar 11, 2020 13:08:47 GMT -5
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Post by treetop on Mar 11, 2020 17:28:40 GMT -5
Still had to be a blast to pull that in
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Post by whitetaildave24 on Mar 11, 2020 17:31:56 GMT -5
Heck, cut out the mud vein and let’s have a fish fry.
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Post by treetop on Mar 11, 2020 18:04:58 GMT -5
Heck, cut out the mud vein and let’s have a fish fry. I’ll bring some eyes you can eat that carp |
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Post by omegahunter on Mar 12, 2020 8:09:36 GMT -5
When I was little my Mom caught a 33 pounder while we were bluegill fishing. It took her 45 minutes to get hands on it! Plain old Zebco 33 with 10# line. I don't even remember what we did with it, but I know we didn't try to eat it!!
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Post by esshup on Mar 12, 2020 8:46:13 GMT -5
When I was 9 or 10 I caught one on 8# line and a Mitchell 300 spinning reel. Just shy of 20# but it was big enough for me to get a wooded plaque from the Indianapolis Star Newspaper for their big fish contest. I still have it around here somewhere.
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Post by featherduster on Mar 12, 2020 9:48:57 GMT -5
When I was 9 or 10 I caught one on 8# line and a Mitchell 300 spinning reel. Just shy of 20# but it was big enough for me to get a wooded plaque from the Indianapolis Star Newspaper for their big fish contest. I still have it around here somewhere. The fish or the plaque? |
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Post by esshup on Mar 12, 2020 10:55:18 GMT -5
When I was 9 or 10 I caught one on 8# line and a Mitchell 300 spinning reel. Just shy of 20# but it was big enough for me to get a wooded plaque from the Indianapolis Star Newspaper for their big fish contest. I still have it around here somewhere. The fish or the plaque? LOL, the plaque, but it IS in the shape of a fish! |
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Post by Russ Koon on Mar 12, 2020 14:21:55 GMT -5
I remember an uncle of mine when I was a kid who lived in PA at the time and loved to tie and fish with flies. Trout streams were scarce nearby, but he got his thrills on a more daily basis by fishing for carp at some nearby waters where they were the dominant species. They wouldn't take his flies very readily but after a while he had learned how to increase their interest using a small pinch of doughball with some flavoring added. He spoke often of their fighting abilities, but I don't believe he ever ate them.
I remember the first time I had carp, though, and it was delicious! I was 14, and putting up hay with our neighbor and his friends, for the traditional $5 a day and your noon meal. That was just over 60 years ago, and it was pretty skimpy pay even then, but the noon meal was one to remember. Those farm ladies always went all out like they were competing at the fair to be the one whose dish drew the most complements from the hungry hands at midday.
One of the dishes was a fish "soup" that may have had some fancier name in a cookbook, but that's what I'd call it. And it was so good that I still think about it sometimes and wish I'd had the sense to try to get her recipe.
I do recall her telling that her husband had caught the carp over at the gravel pit a couple weeks earlier and kept them in a stock tank of well water at their place and fed them grain, so they should be nice and "clean".
The other ingredients in the thin but flavorful soup included onions, and I'm pretty sure there was some celery, but I either didn't recognize or have forgotten whatever else I though was in it at the time, and never got around to asking until it was too late, long ago. Just remember that it was my favorite dish among an array of VERY good selections we all enjoyed before retiring to the porch for hour or so relaxing and nodding off in the porch furniture before going back out into the field to work until pretty close to sundown getting the rest of that year's first cutting in the barn.
The good old days.
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