
My brother
Lives to fish. Even as a toddler, he carried around a fishing pole... Our Dad was the same way, so, I suppose it is genetic. And, because I adore him, it makes
me very happy when he comes home happy with something like
these beauties! And...
ummm... just to be clear,
most of his fishing
is "catch and release".... he condones
barbless hooks and that whole "ecologically correct" bit....
Sorry -- but -- in
my opinion, well......
why catch them if you don't intend to
eat them.?
??...
?...
? That won't
ever make sense to me... '
cuz I just plain
don't "love" the
act of
fishing...
I like
catching!!... and I'm not at
all good at catching
trout, so it is a real treat when I get to enjoy the fruits of my brother's labor! These are some of heftiest he's brought me. They were cleaned and already headless when they arrived...
(not as photogenic as they could have been...) The top fish is a
Rainbow Trout, and the lower is a
Brown Trout. These were caught near the town of
Burney, from the
Hat Creek (I imagine it is more of a
river, than a creek...) on land accessible only to members of a private fly fishing club... it is supposedly a very b
eautiful location...
to go fly fishing in the snow...
The best thing to do with freshly caught fish, is cook it right away!! So when my brother showed up today to give me freshly caught fish, I dredged it in flour, with salt and pepper, stuffed in some Meyer Lemon slices, and sauteed it in a mixture of butter and olive oil.
(If it was summer, and my herb garden wasn't frozen, I'd have stuffed it with Lemon Basil!)

This was my BRUNCH, today. Just for me, as I am "home alone" without the hubby or daughter. For a few days. Too bad for them, huh!?!! haha...
Thanks... big Bro... for sharing!!!
YYY