If you grew up in the Midwest it is likely that your earliest fishing memories involve a worm and a bobber and a sunfish. Watching your bobber was more interesting than not watching it. If you caught fish, it was way more interesting.
As you matured you did other things to keep fishing interesting, like shooting leeches with a bb gun as they were attached and hung vertically from the palms of the hands of your siblings or friends on the shore of Lake Winnibigosh. Later on would come minnow eating contests, and twin brother Jim attempting to swallow a frog on a bet. He wanted the 35 cents to buy a pack of smokes. The frog kept jumping out of his mouth. I think we were drinking beer by then.
Then, as an adult, Sally drank down 4 leeches, unbeknownst to her, in successive Black Russians while on our fishing launch on Lake Mille Lacs. It was after dark and the Black Russians were as dark as the leeches. She never saw them. It was a perfect storm. Sally was pissed the next day when the story was leaked. Non the worse for it though, but wiser from the experience.
No matter what your age, you should season your fish filets with lemon pepper, dredge in flour and pan fry them in oil or butter a couple of minutes on each side till bronze. Remove filets from pan( black cast iron skillet ) and add halved cherry tomatoes, garlic, fresh basil, chives and white wine like chardonnay to the pan and reduce and add a couple of pats of butter. Pour over filets.
Exquisite. As good as childhood or adolescence ever was, these days.
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