That is one fine lookin’ Moonshine still, Paw! ;)
Beau is heading back up to Bear Camp this week. I am MAKING him take all of the saved ‘random body parts’ from the freezer (livers, hearts, tongues) that he has been saving to give to the dogs for extra hunting energy.
He has yet to use his new smoker - and there is a ton of fish to smoke. I, too, hate the ‘cooking smells’ that frying fish leaves in the house for weeks. Ugh. Also, IMHO, the only GOOD fish is a fish in a Fish Taco. :)
I wish I liked fish more - I know it’s good for me. I did absolutely LOVE the Haddock he brought home from Alaska. I think more than anything it’s my fear of a fish bone stuck in my throat. A Fish Taco has never tried to kill me! ;)
I used to have that fear of swallowing a fish bone as a kid. That happened to a kid in my class in first grade and he had to go to he hospital to get it removed, and the bone once retrieved was taped onto cardboard, and he brought it to class to show us how we needed to chew the fish meat first before swallowing. I never forgot about that bone, and I was terrified about eating fish for a long time.
Fortunately, my father became an expert at filleting fish, and fresh fish is sooo good, that I still pay attention to when I’m eating fish, but I have largely not worried like I did when I was a kid.
Salmon and grouper are my favorites. I know what you mean about bones.