This was my first ever Northern Pike catch. They have teeth. Big teeth. And they are tasty. (But difficult to clean...it took my father the better part of an hour to do the job.) I named it Meg Junior. And then I had it for dinner. I did learn the main thing I wanted to learn on this trip, which was how to clean a fish. Although I didn't clean my own, I did clean both Dad's and Derek's smallmouth catches (and did a great job, if I do say so myself!). Turns out that bass are much easier to clean (and better tasting), but all I landed was a Northern, so I took what I could get.
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