One of my fondest memories is fishing off a pier on a huge Alaskan lake with my dad. I was perhaps seven. We’d been fishing for a couple of hours with nothing to show for it. No one was having luck. I pooped out and put my fishing rod away. Hanging with my dad and all the other fisherman was a lot of fun.
The sun was low and brilliant oranges and yellow colored the sky. Then something nibbled my dad’s line. Slowly, so slowly, he turned the reel. The nibbler bit down and the fight to bring it in began. What came out of the water was the weirdest fish I’d ever seen – a Northern Pike. It’s long and skinny with a pointy head.
Everyone cheered for the first catch. I was so proud of my dad. The fish was huge. Enough to feed the whole family. I remember so clearly when he cleaned it too. I looked at all the stuff that came out. The anatomy fascinated me and pushed my love of science.
When we got back to the campsite it was dark. The campfire had burned down to the right size for cooking. (My mom tended the fire while we fished.) An campfire, an iron skillet, butter, salt, and pepper. That’s all it took to make the best fish I’ve ever had. This is one of my best memories of my dad. I have never had a better fish, and probably never will.
Have you ever had food cooked over a campfire? What was it?
Blog Hop Participants:
- Holly Sinclair (me): Sunset Fishing and Campfire Pike
- Medeia Sharif: Favorite dish
- Alex J. Cavanaugh: Mini-Alex’s favorite food
- L. Diane Wolfe: Zombie Vomit (yup, you read that right)
- Hilary: Waste not, Want not … Thanksgiving, Christmas and parties are a-coming …
- Karen Lange: Food for Thought (writer’s and food)
- Susanne Drazic: Burning Water
- Lynda R Young: Clever Wedding Cake
- Stephen Tremp: Juicing with a great tip
- J Lenni Dorner: How not to cook Shake ‘N Bake and pasta cooking tips
- L.G. Smith: Butternut Squash Soup
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