Pickle's first fish

Dylan went salmon fishing for the first time a couple of weeks ago with his friend Zane (whose dad, incidentally, grew up in Stevensville, MT - graduated in 1980). I wasn't sure he would like it that much since he had to opt out of the owl pellet dissection in school last year because he thought it was so gross that he was getting queasy. Surprisingly he LOVED it, and even helped clean his fish, though he said that he spent most of the time playing with the fish intestines. FUN! That must come from my gene pool because Kathy Parker and I used dissect the eyes of the fish her dad caught on the Bitterroot and would spend hours on their patio seeing who could stab the lens with the point of a knife first. Yes, my interest in biology started early!

Zane's dad filleted and vacuum-packed Dyl's fish and sent it home, and we enjoyed some of it for dinner that night. It was delicious!! I think we're going to look for a small boat and start catching our own salmon from now on. There's really nothing that compares to fresh fish!