Choked with lily pads
My buddy’s got a pond just across the way from his house. He rolls a canoe up a path and across the street and takes his son fishing for pickerel, bass, bluegill, sunnies…all the panfish a kid or repressed adolescent could want.
We loaded into the canoe and paddled off our hangovers and the Slam breakfast, but all I got to show for it is this grainy picture of a little yellow perch. Hit like a sonofabitch, I tell you.
Served best in beer batter with a Genny chaser.
We used to catch those bad boys up in the Finger lakes and Lake Ontario back in the day….but they were closer to 15 inches.