When we were in high school we used to walk a creek that ran into Lake Minnetonka and shot carp with our bows. We would give them to the Hmong or throw them into dumpsters.
—”We would give them to the Hmong “
A friend and supervisor was an avid fisherman and occasionally I would go with him to the Fox River after work.
Doughballs for carp and some days he would catch a lot of them, always someone would be more than happy to take them.
Blacks and Europeans loved them.