Wife and I were newlyweds and living in a rented cabin on the Baptism River in Finland MN. Nothing better than slipping out in the morning with a Mickey Finn streamer and my 6' Fenwick and bringing a couple of 8-10" brookies back to cabin, scale them (yes, scale), I cut off heads, then fried them in a pan with bacon grease, salt and pepper, and a couple of eggs. Man, what a breakfast.

Those years I lived up north and had a big boat for Lake Superior, I was like Bubba in Forrest Gump, I knew 99 ways to fix fish, and they were all delicious.