Catfish Catching

I told my husband I wanted to get a new hobby this year, and I guess that goal can be checked off. We bought fishing licenses with some of our hard earned money, and we have been fishing at least once a week since the beginning of May, I think. We are keeping a running tally of how many fish we each catch to see who can be the winner at the end of the summer. Right now, Danny is ahead 6 to 4. (So frustrating! I want to be the winner!) We've mainly caught trout, and that's fine with me. They taste pretty good. Last night though, Danny caught a catfish. We went fishing with his parents and grandparents, and many catfish and a few trout were caught. We decided to keep some of the catfish and figure out how to clean and cook them. Danny's grandma said she really likes how they taste, so we'll see if we do too. 

 Catfish are pretty creepy looking, and they are pretty hard to clean, we soon learned. You have to pull their skin off with pliers---it's like a home improvement project, but smellier.

So, tonight I think I'm cooking the catfish (only the fillets, don't worry; it now looks nothing like a cat and only like a fish you would see in the grocery store). I really don't know how, but we'll see how it goes. The nice thing about fishing is that I get to practice and learn how to cook fish without having to pay for any of the fish. . . the bad part is that I haven't caught any the past three times we've gone. Maybe next time!!!