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My grandma and I fished together (well, she fished and tried to keep me away from the river bank) when I was little. In Spring, she kept all the whitefish and buried them in her corn hills. Otherwise she would throw them back, or throw them off to the side to feed them to the wild animals.
Last season I kept catching the same quite large whitefish in a deep slow moving section of the Wallowa River. After the third time dragging this no-fighter out of the water I thought what the heck, I was going to eat the darned thing just to get back at it for eating my worms.
Once home I split it opened and it was filled with two huge slabs of bright orange roe (no wonder it was such a big fish). Anyway, I coated it in seasonings, and a dusting of flour and cornmeal. Then I fried it in a bit of bacon grease. The bones were large and easy to dispense with, though great in number, and the rather scaly skin came off easily. The surprise was in the taste. Oh my! Not such a fishy taste and sweeter than trout. Kinda reminded me of fresh crab. If I catch another one that big, I sure will be eating it.
Last season I kept catching the same quite large whitefish in a deep slow moving section of the Wallowa River. After the third time dragging this no-fighter out of the water I thought what the heck, I was going to eat the darned thing just to get back at it for eating my worms.
Once home I split it opened and it was filled with two huge slabs of bright orange roe (no wonder it was such a big fish). Anyway, I coated it in seasonings, and a dusting of flour and cornmeal. Then I fried it in a bit of bacon grease. The bones were large and easy to dispense with, though great in number, and the rather scaly skin came off easily. The surprise was in the taste. Oh my! Not such a fishy taste and sweeter than trout. Kinda reminded me of fresh crab. If I catch another one that big, I sure will be eating it.
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