I almost forgot about this but when I was telling my dad about the pike blog he was like and you didn’t include your fish tale? So it goes like this, when I was 9 we went on vacation to the most palatial lake “cabin” and I use that term loosely, that I have ever seen deep in the wilds of Minnesota. My parents friends owned this gorgeous retreat right on a huge lake. We called it “Deutsch’s ” cabin, after the owners of course. It had 3 stories, 8 bedrooms, 5 baths, 4 fireplaces, and the biggest kitchen I had ever laid eyes on & a magnificent “great room”with huge windows and beautiful views of the lake and surrounding woods. Nary another house nor soul in sight. Of course there was a private dock, boat house, canoe, motor boat, long boat, pontoon, you name it . Just a cozy little summer house, we should all be so lucky.
Now we were up here with not only my parents and siblings but also family from dads side of the family tree, my grandparents & aunt, uncle and my 3 cousins. One big happy family! Uh huh. The positive factor was the cabin was so big you could wander around or just hang without getting in any one’s way.
So one day Dad, Uncle Hank, Chris, Steve & Tom were going fishing ( my other cousin was a teenager and wanted nothing to do with me) I begged to go with them plenty of room on the pontoon, Dad said no, go inside and help your mum. Phooey on them I thought, I’ll go bake something. But my Mum & Auntie shooed me out of the kitchen.
Dang what to do. Bored doesn’t even begin to cover it, one can only read so much Nancy Drew or Betsy, Tacy & Tib books. Tv reception poor to say the least and nature girl I am most certainly not. Figured I would walk down to the dock. On the path I found a long sturdy walking stick. Idea!! I would make my own fishing poll. Went into the house got some thick twine & some velveeta cheese from the kitchen & from the boat house got a hook ( fishing lure) a bucket & fishing net. Tied the string to my “poll” looped the string around the hook, stuck a piece of cheese on it and sat down on the dock & tossed it in!
Now I did not really expect to actually catch anything so imagine my surprise when I felt a tug. I pulled my makeshift rod up out of the water got the net, and lo and behold a little perch. Now this went on until I was out of cheese. At least 2 hours. The pontoon approached & they see me sitting on the dock with my stick and started to laugh. The cool part? I had caught about 10 fish. Perch, trout, bass, I believe the smallest weighed 2 lbs, the biggest was 6 lbs. Imagine my father’s and uncles surprise when they looked in my bucket! Even better was the fact that they came home empty handed, no fish, nary a one, nada, zip.
Since it was almost dark dad strung them together tied it to the pilings and put them back in the water where they would stay alive until the next day. When we could clean them and cook them for lunch.
Now for the sad part. I ran to the dock in the morning and oh my god! All over were fish skeleton’s, still attached to the line. Just no more fish. Dad & my Uncle figured that a bear had come out of the woods and had a midnight snack. Lucky him. I cried like a baby. They offered to take me out on the lake but the stubborn Scorpio that I am refused be consoled. I prefered my favourite stance, pouting.
On an up note somewhere I have a picture of myself standing on the dock holding my catch and grinning from ear to ear. When I find it will post it with this blog. Alas, that my friends was the beginning and end of my illustrious fishing career. Now about some of the desserts & salads I whipped up in that kitchen are another story, and started me on my culinary journey. I have never looked back.