We're well off the beaten path, and rarely get unannounced visitors, so I was surprised when there was a knock on my door early this morning. It was our Chehalis Indian friend, who shows up now and then when he has extra fish to sell.
Too bad my youngest son wasn't available. He's a seafood manager at Safeway, and much more adept than I am at cutting up fish. But I cut them up in my own sloppy fashion, and had an abundance to brine for smoking, to freeze for later consumption, and to share with family. I ate the liver for breakfast--delicious.