My stepson asked me if I wanted to go fishing with him tonight. I said sure. He got some worms and we headed out. We never left suburbia. He knew of a honey hole near a shopping plaza. We went there for just about 35 minutes. He always gets the biggest fish no matter what we go after. Not tonight.
I got a 14" brown. His largest was not even close. They are sitting in salt water and vinegar tonight and will steam in lemon juice and spices in foil tomorrow night.
Here we go.