August 30, 2007
Another Fish Story
I used to go fishing with Aunt Margaret and Uncle Arvie. (Grandma (Grace) Walker's sister). I usually got really bored, so I would play with the worms in the worm box or with the fish that were just caught. Once ashore, I would help clean the fish. I found I enjoyed cleaning them. After I learned this skill, I would help my dad and brothers clean their fish. I distinctly remember Steve not liking to clean fish. (This might explain why he is going to hang his latest one on the wall.) Anyway, I was cleaning a fish on the fish cleaning table in our driveway, when he came by and was teasing me. I was in the process of cutting off the head of a fish and it so happened that I pushed on the belly of it. Out popped a smaller fish inside. Steve turned three shades of green and almost threw up. I laughed and laughed and of course I teased him about his little fish.
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Are these fish stories tales of whales or a whale of a tale. Sounds like each Walker tale is bigger than the previous. Enjoy the fish fry for us non fishermen.
Roger, my tale is entirely truthful! Ask Bill about the trip, he will tell you. Now as to parsing words, that is another matter. Besides, it was a halibut, not a whale. We need to hear a story from Mary's George. He is quite the story teller.
Actually, Bill enjoyed driving the boat with the skipper up top while I was in the back fishing. The sun was shinning and the weather was beautiful. The scenery in Homer is stunning! We also toured Gull Island which is a wonderful bird sanctuary.
Coleen's story is true. I think it was my introduction into what not to do when cleaning a fish, unless you really want to know what it has been eating. When trout fishing it is a common practice...
There is a rule of thumb that the smaller animals taste better. That is certainly true of bass and deer.
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