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.
We ate fried perch early every Friday. I hated picking out the bones and more than once I had one catch in my throat. One so bad it took a couple of bread balls to shake it loose. No fun when you are a kid.
So, you KNOW what I’m takin’ about with the fish bones in the throat!
Beau drags home Northerns and Muskies and Walleye. Bone City. I have expressed my displeasure! MANY times!
Pan fish or NO fish! Perch. Sunfish. Bluegills - all the fish I grew up on and never tried to kill me!
In the past I have made a tasty Stuffed Lake Trout on the grill, and I have fond memories of catching Trout with my Battalion Commander the year I was his driver. Those saps filing through the Mess Hall doors THOUGHT they were getting Trout for Breakfast. Nope. Just us, LOL! ;)
Unless you’re going to stuff them and hang them on the wall, I want nothing to do with monster-sized fishes. ;)