When I first went to Montana, my friend and I caught no trout on the first day, but some white fish. They called them "smokers" up there, because they said they didn't taste so good. We both thought they looked like blue gill and the dumb Yankees were just spoiled by eating wild trout. So, being starving students, we kept a limit. We pan fried a couple up as a test batch. Yep, they tasted like cat food. Maybe the Yankees weren't so dumb. So we looked in the cooler, and there it was, bacon! Everything tastes good cooked in bacon right? Wrong, but we were hungry, so we added a little BBQ sauce and what the hell, it was edible. Then, sitting around the camp fire a thought struck us. We were in grizzly country. "Uh, did we just do what I thought we did"? You mean cook up fish in a bunch of bacon grease at our camp site?" Yep, we did.
We could just picture the bears out there. "Umm, is that fish, and BACON! I LOVE BACON! BACON, BACON, BACON! Not a lot of sleep that night and not an error we repeated.
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