You can’t eat pizza every day, so why not throw a little fried fish into the mix.

Nothing fancy…some Shore Lunch, flour, a little milk…but it’s the quality of the fish that makes the meal…and these little gems came from the frigid waters of northern Wisconsin courtesy of Big Dave. If you don’t know how to fish or don’t have access to fresh lakes, ponds, or second-hand fish at a market, know someone that does and become their best friend.

[photo cropped to exclude the array of empty beer bottles; beer is a necessary component to frying & eating fish, though I would caution everyone to ensure the deep fryer is a safely outside the range of your drunken stupor]