Yesterday, Julie and I went along on a trip out into Lake Michigan on a charter fishing boat. We'd been invited along, and were happy to get out. Five of us were "fishing". We departed from Grand Haven, where Michigan's largest river goes into Lake Michigan. Fishing here means watching the crew rig 15 lines arrayed out behind us a couple of hundred yards, spread left to right a couple of hundred yards, and 100 feet deep. All artificial bait with treble hooks. I was busy eating snacks, kibitzing, and swatting mean, little flies. The first hour and a half were dead - zero. Then, some fish started biting. Steelheads and king salmon were on the prowl. Cranking them in is WORK. I let the others do that menial stuff. Someone had to tend those snacks! By the end of the day, we had five, large salmon - three steelheads and two kings. They ranged from about 20" to 28". The crew filleted and iced them for us, and I had to help carry them to the car. (Whining here: "I have to do EVERY thing!") Tonight, I laid out some of those big filets onto a tray, laid on some fresh dill and lemon slices, and baked them at 450 for 45 minutes. Uhh uh UHHHhhhhhh! Jarvis good eatin!