Ok, DON'T tell my Father! Sam went fishing with Al and he caught two fluke. Cliff came in search of me because nobody knew how to clean the stinking fish. When in doubt, ask the Nebraskan. I have watched people filet fish for years so I knew how to go about it. I hate cutting into living critters...yuck, so I tried to talk Cliff through it. Just watching him was stressing me out so I took over. He kept telling me I was missing stuff, and I pointed out that it was the area along the top if where there were tons of tiny shart bones. It wasn't that that much really...jez. Anyway, I cleaned fish and I don't want it to become my new job when I'm home in the summer. DON"T tell my Father! He never reads my blog, so I should be safe...unless one of you rat me out. I'm trusting you...big mistake, huh!