In the 60s the sport-fishing piers’ dumpsters were filled daily with the day’s catch - many took pictures with their trophies, then chucked them in the nearest dumpster - Jewfish, Grouper, Swordfish, varieties of Tuna, you name it.
Ahhh for the good old days ...
We ate what we caught. Once on the Indian River near Sebastian Inlet we caught way too many flounder. We ate fish 4 days a week for 3 months. The best fish is fresh caught, cooked on a driftwood fire.