When I was about 18 years old ,I was hot and heavy into bow fishing .
My grandpa told me that carp that are not very big and the water still cold in the spring are good eating . And he told me to get one and bring it to him and he would clean it and cook it for us .
Well about a week later I got a small carp that was about 14 inches long . Got it to grandpas house with it still alive . He cleaned it , explaining how to cut the mud line off and boned it out and cut it into 1 inch wide strips .
Now my aunt that was my dads older sister stopped by and offered to make us dinner and grandpa cooked the carp .
He rolled it in corn meal and salt and pepper . Fried it to a beautiful golden brown .
My aunt made spinach and potatoes with a dish of mixed fruit .
Wow the table looked wonderful .
We all took a piece of fish and a serving of all else .
I took a bite of the carp , I looked at my aunt who had done the same .
It was a mouth full of strong mush nasty fishy CRAP ! :p
My aunt and I sat there looking at my grandpa who kept eating the piece of carp , and we were in disbelief .
He finished the piece of carp and said " That don't taste like I remember it . "
My aunt said " Dad , if that tasted just like a turd , you would have still ate it ." :eek:
To this day I have still not eaten a carp .
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