My husband caught a bunch of fish Sunday. My son helped him clean the catch and I guess there were some little fishies left in the well. David picked one up, live, and tried to eat it. His father told him, "Fishy yucky, David." Outdoors, the temperature read three digits (hot!) as Dan fried the dinner. Upon serving, David refused his.
"Fishy yucky, Dada."
bait between apalachicola & st. george island july 2008