Anyway, Grandpa P took him fishing on Lake Minnetonka last week. They caught a ton of fish. I think they cleaned 15 fish. They kept throwing them back until Grandpa said, "I guess we should keep some of these." As soon as they got home, Cole called me. Without so much as a greeting he says, "Leanne! I got some fish for you to fry!" I always say, go ahead and hunt and fish, but we'll eat it. I don't believe in killing for sport (he does not share this sentiment exactly).
So Saturday night, fry it up we did. YUM. Grandpa helped Cole filet them and Cory cut the bones out. Almost no bones at all. It was scrumptious. I'm looking forward to the next batch already!
The only problem: he doesn't like to touch the fish. Seriously. I definitely have a City Kid Fisherman. Grandpa told him if he didn't hold the fish for this picture, he was taking him right home. So he donned his City Kid glove and proudly held up his catch. Can't say I blame him, they are pretty stinky!
Stink or no stink, though, they taste amazing!