monday, december 20, 2004
Fish heads and smelly children
A scary picture from 4-H camp, six years ago:
It’s the catch of the morning - and I caught two. Every morning, a dozen of us woke up at five to go fish at the nearby stocked lake. I ended up catching more than any other girl that week and won a fishing pole. We cleaned and smoked my poor trout and I ate them.
I started eating vegetarian a year later.
