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Dad and I went fishing, in Dragon Lake, and it was absolutely freezing in quite a literal sense (-5 C this morning), and I caught a beautiful huge rainbow trout which was, roughly, about three and half pounds. Huge and fat and gorgeous male with a huge jaw like a salmon. First fish I ever landed on a fly rod. Biggest fish I've ever caught. Fought like hell and I tell you that when I have a fighter on the line, I have absolutely nothing but the utmost respect for that fish.
And I gutted it, and cut it up into steaks because it was that huge, and I was singing and dancing in the kitchen with horrible bloody hands and I was absolutely on cloud nine, because I had a beautiful gorgeous fish which I was proud of catching and also for some reason I find gutting a fish to be incredibly enjoyable, although cutting them into steaks proves to be incredibly difficult because they are so damn slippery, and then I took the tail end and threw it in the frying pan and let it cook while I disinfected the hell out of everything, and pulled it out and tasted it and it's, um.
Tastes muddy.
Fuck.
It's not so muddy that the steaks are completely unsalvageable, but they will need to be spiced the hell out of. Which makes me sort of sad. So at some point I'll see what I can do to redeem them, if anything. I'd rather not throw them all out.
Instead, ramen for supper tonight, and not trout. Oh well.
Day's not a loss. Spent a nice day with my father in a boat, learned how to land a fish on a fly rod, and Dad explained to me his Theorem of Squares, which I cannot believe he never taught me before.
Fishing is all about optimism, you know.
And I gutted it, and cut it up into steaks because it was that huge, and I was singing and dancing in the kitchen with horrible bloody hands and I was absolutely on cloud nine, because I had a beautiful gorgeous fish which I was proud of catching and also for some reason I find gutting a fish to be incredibly enjoyable, although cutting them into steaks proves to be incredibly difficult because they are so damn slippery, and then I took the tail end and threw it in the frying pan and let it cook while I disinfected the hell out of everything, and pulled it out and tasted it and it's, um.
Tastes muddy.
Fuck.
It's not so muddy that the steaks are completely unsalvageable, but they will need to be spiced the hell out of. Which makes me sort of sad. So at some point I'll see what I can do to redeem them, if anything. I'd rather not throw them all out.
Instead, ramen for supper tonight, and not trout. Oh well.
Day's not a loss. Spent a nice day with my father in a boat, learned how to land a fish on a fly rod, and Dad explained to me his Theorem of Squares, which I cannot believe he never taught me before.
Fishing is all about optimism, you know.