900th Post!!
Today is the official, certified 900th Such Is Life Post. Consecutive posts, I should say.
Parade at noon...
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A GOLDEYE!!
A freakin’ goldeye!!
After decades of fishing in the Netley marshes, I have finally caught an edible fish! It is a monumental occasion…
And, it just happens to be the official namesake fish of my hometown Winnipeg – a delicacy I used to consume here after having it smoked first (before I quit smoking). It’s the name of the local baseball team, and there’s even an emergency medical procedure, named after this feisty little fish.
I know he doesn’t look like much in the picture, but a smoked goldeye is tastier than a steak. Yummy!!
Of course, the capture was NOT without sacrifice on my part. My brother-in-law handled the QUANTITY part of the fishing trip, snagging innumerable bullheads (mini-catfish common to these channel waters – emphasis on “common”), and a couple of silver bass (edible, but only in complete desperation). I’d say he caught 10 fish to my two, but if I exclude my solitary bullhead, I was in charge of the QUALITY portion of this expedition.
I also made great personal sacrifices for this historical moment. For some strange reason, I was singled out in the fishing boat by ravenous black flies, the piranhas of the air out in this area. About the size of a blue bottle fly, they are known to take down horses and cattle, and clearly mistook me for one of those. I’m pretty sure I only counted four toes on my left foot this morning. Damned flies!!!
Well, better run. I’ve been slowly smoking my goldeye since last night, and my lips are smackin’. Yummy!!
Chow for now!!
A freakin’ goldeye!!
After decades of fishing in the Netley marshes, I have finally caught an edible fish! It is a monumental occasion…
And, it just happens to be the official namesake fish of my hometown Winnipeg – a delicacy I used to consume here after having it smoked first (before I quit smoking). It’s the name of the local baseball team, and there’s even an emergency medical procedure, named after this feisty little fish.
I know he doesn’t look like much in the picture, but a smoked goldeye is tastier than a steak. Yummy!!
Of course, the capture was NOT without sacrifice on my part. My brother-in-law handled the QUANTITY part of the fishing trip, snagging innumerable bullheads (mini-catfish common to these channel waters – emphasis on “common”), and a couple of silver bass (edible, but only in complete desperation). I’d say he caught 10 fish to my two, but if I exclude my solitary bullhead, I was in charge of the QUALITY portion of this expedition.
I also made great personal sacrifices for this historical moment. For some strange reason, I was singled out in the fishing boat by ravenous black flies, the piranhas of the air out in this area. About the size of a blue bottle fly, they are known to take down horses and cattle, and clearly mistook me for one of those. I’m pretty sure I only counted four toes on my left foot this morning. Damned flies!!!
Well, better run. I’ve been slowly smoking my goldeye since last night, and my lips are smackin’. Yummy!!
Chow for now!!
2 comments:
I wonder what the fish used for bait to reel in his catch?
I couldn't quite place the taste, but it was good enough for me!!
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