What a way to finish out a trip home but a good old fish fry for lunch. With coals still burning from the night before, dad broke out the giant fry pan and we cooked up fried potatoes and the bass fillets from what Dad and Kevin caught the day before. I was a bit crazy to spend too much time by the smoking fire with a 20 hour journey ahead of me but I had to get in the action. We used to do this same thing when we would go camping at Iowa lake but instead of one huge cast iron skillet we would have about 4 smaller ones all over the fire.
This had to be some of the best fish I have had in a really long time. I love the fish and chips in the UK much better than anything in the US, but nothing touches freshly caught bass on an open fire.
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