We ate what we caught.

Lake Nipissing, Ontario, Canada, July 1964. Dad's caught a Northern Pike, and he won't be releasing it.

During the two consecutive summers we vacationed at Lake Nipissing, we caught a lot of fish. My Parents bought a storage chest, we filled it with bags of ice, and we brought many pounds of fish back to Chicago. There, we stored it in our basement freezer. My Mom doesn't touch fish, and I don't like to deal with the bones, so my Dad and his mother, Tatjana, were the only two who ate it.