I have always wanted to actually catch a fish myself, and, if it was edible, cook it and eat it.
Finally, I have done just that.
I went fishing with Mr. Mo a few weeks ago in Fremantle, and the weather was perfect. No wind, cool ambient temperature. It was around 8.30pm and we decided to just go for a quick fish at the E Sheds. Yes, I know, not the place to fish, but still decent.
We caught 5 fish; but all were inedible (trumpeter!). Still, it was so much fun.
What made it less fun was a bunch of stupid teenage boys (or maybe they were in their 20s but they sure acted like juveniles) who were using a net to catch fish. This was not the problem for me. The problem was, they emptied their net all over the ground – dozens and dozens of writhing fish, their silver bodies glimmering against the black asphalt – and what did they proceed to do? Pick each one up and launch it back into the water with a hard kick. Basically, they were practicing their footy skills on those poor little fish.
Stupid people; they’re everywhere, evidently.
Anyway, despite that awful sight, I still had a good time. It’s always a thrill when your line gives a couple of hard jerks and you’re reeling something in that’s fighting back. I can’t believe how much fight even the littlest fish have! Imagine when I actually get good at fishing and can start taking on marlin and other fighting fish!
A few days later we fished off a jetty in Mandurah. Aaah, now there’s a perfect fishing spot! I caught two fish, a herring and a bream. Mr. Mo didn’t catch anything this time (lol) but his sister did and she generously offered us her herring to take home, which we did.
I was terribly excited about eating fish I caught myself for the first time. We took these home and cooked the bream first (with lime, butter, salt and pepper in the oven – mm, mm!), after Mr. Mo expertly cleaned and gutted it. A week later we grabbed the two herring from the freezer, Mr. Mo cleaned and filleted them, and I pan-fried them Hungarian style (according to a recipe I found online), with salt, pepper and flour. It was delicious!
Can’t wait to go fishing again… in a couple of weeks, down south in Pemberton! Woo hoo!!
Yeah, I know. I’m living the life. Heh.
*Note: I still haven’t gotten around to actually cleaning and gutting the fish myself but… as long as Mr. Mo is happy to do it, I’ll, er… let him. Hey, at least I can tie a hook onto fishing line and stick the bait on the hook nice and securely, getting gross prawn juice all over my fingers!