Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 11:00 am
Yes, I grew up in a little township in Northeast Ohio. Back then, it only had one traffic light in 36 square miles of territory. It's much bigger now, like most places.
I used to fish all the local ponds in my neighborhood for my Bluegills and Bass. Some days, as soon as I put the hook in the water I had a fish on the line. Back then, we didn't eat meat on Fridays and that meant fish of some kind for dinner at my house. My father loved lake Perch and that meant at least once or twice a month we were going out for a fish fry. He's still a big fish fan and whenever he comes to visit, we're going out for fish or pasta. I'm not as much of a fish fan these days but my family is, they usually have Talapia whenever Dad's away for dinner.
My father still goes up to Superior and to Northern Michigan once a year for Walleye. He and some of his friends make a week of it and come back with a nice supply of fish for the freezer.
For a while there Erie wasn't a great place to get fish. You could tell the temp of the water by the length of the lines on the fish (mercury). The lake has really rebounded ecologically over the last thirty years. The last time I was in Port Clinton, I had a nice big plate of pan fried Lake Perch. I'm planning a trip back to the homestead this summer, so I'll have to revisit some of my old haunts for some good eats.
R,
Bullseye
I used to fish all the local ponds in my neighborhood for my Bluegills and Bass. Some days, as soon as I put the hook in the water I had a fish on the line. Back then, we didn't eat meat on Fridays and that meant fish of some kind for dinner at my house. My father loved lake Perch and that meant at least once or twice a month we were going out for a fish fry. He's still a big fish fan and whenever he comes to visit, we're going out for fish or pasta. I'm not as much of a fish fan these days but my family is, they usually have Talapia whenever Dad's away for dinner.
My father still goes up to Superior and to Northern Michigan once a year for Walleye. He and some of his friends make a week of it and come back with a nice supply of fish for the freezer.
For a while there Erie wasn't a great place to get fish. You could tell the temp of the water by the length of the lines on the fish (mercury). The lake has really rebounded ecologically over the last thirty years. The last time I was in Port Clinton, I had a nice big plate of pan fried Lake Perch. I'm planning a trip back to the homestead this summer, so I'll have to revisit some of my old haunts for some good eats.
R,
Bullseye