This is from my first born sons (a NYC boys) first caught fish. Tradition has it that if you don’t eat the heart of the first fish species you catch then you’ll never catch from this species again. Ok with you people?
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June 24, 2010 at 5:32 pm
calder caught a fish!… def eat the heart