“If you eat fish, you’ve gotta learn to catch fish. And if you catch fish, you’ve gotta learn to clean fish.”
That was my dad’s motto with all three of his little daughters. As soon as we were able to put wax worms on our own hooks, Dad made sure we helped clean the bluegills we caught.
Dad and I have a joke we have shared ever since I first started cleaning fish. Before us is a whole table full of pan fish, fresh from the lake. I scrape the fish scales with a scaler. Dad removes the backbones and skin with surgical precision. I finish by taking out the ribs, rinsing the fillets in cold water from the garden hose, and bagging them up for dinner.