Dr. U and his bag o' smelly tricks

We were once again blessed with the arrival of one of my favorite fishing gangs this last week. Led by Dr. U (who does not time travel in a phone booth, he uses a Mini), this posse descends upon us a couple o' times a year, organizes their massive pile of armaments, and goes to do battle with the denizens of our local deep. You have seen some pics in the last week of their yellow tail catch. On their last couple of days, having taken sufficient 'tails to ensure a slow passage through the airport, they decided to concentrate on variety rather than tonnage. These guys are very good at this. Dr. U himself is a student and teacher of the Japanese art of dealing with fish for food, especially the proper preparation of some of the smaller species. He and his assistant/boss, Madame D, are skilled at the art involved in small fish cookery. We benefit from their largess on each visit with some obscure part of some obscure fish brought to our table, prepared in ways we wouldn't dream off after eating a pepperoni pizza before bed time, and it is always excellent. They head out in search of a veritable enselada de pescadidtos, all safely stored in the Dr.s' magic bolsa de fuchi, each fish processed whole, and later lovingly turned into the best thing that you've eaten lately. Suffice it to say that these guys are not your average fishermen, enough said. This pic displays the variety of one days catch, with clavallinos, leopard grouper, ojoton, lisos, and some brown ones, and some green ones. Fishing is not always about size, even though most fishermen seems obsessed with just that. Dr. U and his trusted plenipotentiaries bring an art to this stuff that we don't see much of, and it's pretty frio, And then, as further evidence, a picture of one of the time machines (the whole crew has 'em) loaded to the gills, with gills. David