When my brother and I were kids, our grandparents took us up to Canada a couple of times.  We fished all day, every day of those trips with my brother and I catching a lot of small pike.  Being boys and not knowing any better, of course we wanted to keep and eat as many as we could.  Grandpa would clean just enough for supper, but no more.  We ate pike every day for both shore lunch and supper back at camp.  Looking back on it, I not only can't thank my grandpa enough for cleaning those fish for us, but I feel kind of sorry for him!  Lol!  But man, were those ever the good ole days.