Spearing suckers in the Pelican River, Shoreham MN, 1949 or so?? |
Mike would put any suckers he speared into the empty bucket behind him. His grandmother would smoke the fish, and their whole family loved them. I had never eaten smoked anything, so the idea of eating a sucker (a big bottom-feeder) was totally repulsive. I still feel that way about crab, another bottom-feeder, although I've gotten over a similar prejudice against catfish (we called them bullheads, and my dad never kept them if we caught one.)
Mom and Dad gave me the little camera for either Confirmation or 8th Grade Graduation. I still have most of the photos I took.
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