Catfish

The boys LOVE going fishing with Dad.. They usually just catch Blue Gills, which are tiny and they throw them back. On this evening how ever they got a Catfish. Bruce was so excited, when they reeled it in he yelled "It has a MOOSTACHE!" the way he says mustache is so cute. This was the first time they caught anything worth bringing home, and Bruce was soo excited to eat his fish. We didn't want them to see their Dad kill the fish so we put it in the tote in the back of the car and figured it would be dead when we got home. We were WRONG. Catfish don't die. OK they do die but they are hard to kill. They can breath in water and out of water, Bob went in the backyard and tried clubbing it to death 15 hits later it was still alive. Bob researched on line how to cook it so it tasted good, and you leave their heads on while you skin them. We, ok not me I was not aloud in the kitchen and figured the animal was dead, Bob tourchered the poor creature while me and the boys watched a movie.... My boys all LOVED their catfish, it was pretty tasty for a fish. Bruce was smiling the whole dinner. Bob didn't share the details of the preparing till later that night, and he assured me we will be throughing any further catfishes back.