Our favorite redneck, with tips on catching and preparing panfish for dinner . . .
And how to catch and prepare crawfish.
I prefer to catch fish big enough to filet, or even steak.
My Dad taught me the old "piece of hotdog on a string" trick at Tapia Park in the Santa Monica Mountains back in the 1950s. We even caught a few.
We have plenty of crayfish around here; you can find their burrows anywhere it's persistently damp, but nobody I know, including the local versions of Heather, actually spend any effort to catch them.
Wombat-socho has the grand "Rule 5 Sunday: Pre-Vegas Review Of Pulchritude" linkfest up at The Other McCain.