We don't carry a scale in the coach, so I wasn't sure just how much I needed. Herb had a great idea--why not use his fish scale. This handy little gadget hasn't been used because he hasn't caught a fish worthy of being weighed in some time. So I put some chicken in a plastic bag, punched a hole near the top of the bag and suspended it from the hook on the scale. Worked like a charm.
For those of you who would cast aspersions on Herb's fishing skills, here's a shot of a lingcod he caught last year off the Mexican coast. It was the largest fish caught on the charter boat that day. He had it filleted (good thing! I'm not into that) and we had it for supper. Truly a great meal.
Herb hopes to catch fish again some day. I have mixed feelings about it myself. Skinning, gutting and cleaning fish are not skills I've mastered along the way.
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