When I was station in California back in the 80s, I used to take my son fishing for carp at the Merced River by where we lived. We would catch and release them, until one Vietnamese older gentleman was saying something from across the river. He walked over and in his broken English ask if he could keep the fish we were catching. I told him sure, wondering why he wanted to keep a fish like this one.
The following weekend, we were fishing again, and the same Vietnamese gentleman was on the other side with a small fire going. He walked over and gave me a couple of pieces of fish he just finished cooking, which turned out to be carp. In all honesty, it was not bad to eat. Not trout, or snapper, or any fish like that, but eatable. LOL!!!!!
