Well Rap......I wasn't going to tell this, but based on your comments...........

I was maybe 6 years old and my Dad took me down to the crick (that's creek to most of you) to go fishing. He really didn't like to fish himself, he was just being a Dad. So there, with my bamboo pole and fat green line, I manage to land a bigass carp. One of my Dad's friends was a black guy, Jim Trueman, and Jim called them "Golden Bass" with smile on his face. I was so excited and the Ol' Man hated to say it was just a carp, so he tells me it's a Golden Bass.

We take the sucker home and my Mom takes it to her Mom (my grandmother), an old country woman who had served up many a carp in her younger years. Even she was agin' it, but she cleaned it, removing the mudline and all, and fried that sucker up! Man oh man, I was really excited. I had told everyone I saw that day that I was having Golden Bass for supper!!! I couldn't help but notice that every adult I told got a laugh out of it.

My excitement as supper approached was at a peak......until I got a whiff of frying carp. It didn't just stink, it STANK!!! Still, it was my fish and I was anxious to eat my catch. Geeziz.........talk about awful!!!! To this day, although I am a huge shellfish eater, I rarely eat any kind of fish. I blame this on the Golden Bass. Also, even though my grandfather took me out fishing often, I never enjoyed it at all. Again, this is the fault of the Golden Bass.

If you have eaten a carp that tastes good, there are three possibiliies: 1)Some nice soul has substituted something else. 2)Your taste buds are completely missing and you can't tell the difference between horseradish, Limberger, and Habanero. 3)You are well and truly sick, fucked up beyond belief!

Spaw