In his later years, dad & mom would go to a stocked trout pond. The fish were bigger & you paid by the pound. Mom got carried away when the fish were biting on one trip & cost dad $75 LOL!
Dad’s hands were really bothering him & he wanted to go fishing SO bad, but said he couldn’t clean them. My brother & I told him to go fishing & we’d clean them for him, which is what happened. After cleaning, if you put the fish in a freezer ziploc & fill it with water (leave enough bag to close it) & then freeze, the fish keep really well. You have to keep the bags upright until the water freezes. We did 2 fish per bag so mom & dad each had one when she made fish.
I think that trip was the last one dad could make. He couldn’t walk up the hill to the pond any more & even if the ground was smooth enough for his transport chair, he was too heavy for mom to push.
My Dad did that the whole time I was growing up, he froze them in old milk cartons with water.