This thread is bringing back memories.

When I was a kid, we went to Canada several years where we’d carry a canoe to some small glacial lakes away from people, then camp and fish.

The crystal clear waters and wilderness were beautiful. We’d catch enough fish for dinner then return to camp. I got to clean all the fish (hence my experience).

While I’ve never been a big fan of fish, that extremely fresh fish, wrapped in foil with some butter, salt and other spices, then tossed into the campfire for a few minutes was wonderful.

I’ll never forget my grandfather tossing egg shells in the coffee pot and stirring beans with a stick.

Ah, the old days.