Also love the story, Cathy.
Not even close to 'eating my catch' but tonight happened to be "scrounge supper" night, and my scrounging tonight yielded a slab of black drum hiding, not in Lake Geneva, but underneath a bag of frozen drunk dumplings*. Further scrounging in the freezer led to three small Hatch chilis (why I would leave behind these three small things is beyond me). Also pulled out a half-onion, some beat-down tomaters, and a ratty ol' potato with three-inch long sprouts.
Softened the onions 'til soft, threw in the taters, played around with it for a bit, threw in the peppers, played around for a bit, threw in the tomatoes and a couple of frozen cubes of fish stock and stewed the sucker until the potatoes were soft and the stuff reduced down and came together. 'Blackened' the fish in some spices, poured the stew around, consumed.

In no way is this a recommendation for your fresh catch, but it was some good grub (if a little too tomatoey), and the fish came through to the extent this kind should. Poured off the rest of some
Pappy Van Winkle and had a
patxaran for dessert (
Baines - the last from my trip to
Spain).
Scrounging can be good sometimes.
*Only to be consumed when.