Oh, these were panfish. Trout that fit nice in a cast iron skillet. If you filet one you'd get nothin. Dad loved
Dixey Fry, I'm shocked it's still around.
When you could lift the head, and the bones separated out of the meat, it was ready to eat. Filet on the plate, you could say. 10" to 14" as a rule.
Dad never liked catfish or bass. So we grew up creek fishin in the High Sierras for
Rainbows,
German Browns, and
Speckled trout (Brook trout). I do like Bass, but never have acquired a taste for Cats. No doubt if I could find some fixed
right that could change.
Betty's Dad LOVES catfish. But he grew up on the Mississippi, in the Delta, on a houseboat. Last one of a dozen youngins.
Anyway, yeah, we done our fish that way. Anymore there is too much asphalt and A'holes scrabblin for the same fishin hole, and idiots trying to keep everybody out.
Ain't nothin like it were.