After living in busy chaos for the last couple weeks David and I decided to procrastinate unpacking, bought the cheapest of cheap rods and a cup of worms, drove up the road to a nice bend in the Arkansas river and set out our camp chairs for a relaxing afternoon in the great outdoors.
After the initial anxiety of worming a hook David became a fishing pro and after a couple hours he caught his
first fish- a 15'' catfish. He was so excited about the prospect of getting to keep, clean and eat a fish he had caught! Apparently, in England they have a catch and release law, which prevents people from keeping their trophies, which- like all things English- are puny and small and not really worth eating anyway. When he told this to the park attendant the man said with a southern drawl,
"Well, welcome to the good ol' United States."
After our first day of fishing it was time for David to learn how to clean a fish. I told him, "I might not have come into this marriage knowing much about the kitchen, but this girls gonna show you how to gut that there fish." He thought that was pretty sexy up until the point where blood started to get everywhere and the assumedly dead fish started to violently flip around. Apparently, trout and catfish are not synonymous.
Even after David finished cleaning, washing and packaged the fish in the back of the car it continued to flip about -at this point lacking all it's internal organs and blood- for at least 10 minutes.
Next time we'll have to do a bit of research on how to more humanely kill and then clean our catches.
Very impressive catch David! And very impressive skillzz Betina! Wow! That is sexy.
ReplyDeleteMarkus simply cannot wait to go fishing in the states! These poor English boys are so deprived from all things manly. :)