Fishing with my Dad in our 1960 Lonestar runabout with a red 1959 Evinrude. No depth finders at that point. He always looked for the edge of the weeds and we would start fishing there. Bobbers and split shot and a hook with live bait. When we would keep some he always cleaned them by scaling them with a spoon, cut off their heads, removed the cuts and used a toothbrush to make sure the inside was clean, rinsed and then dipped in egg, dredged in seasoned flour and then fried. I can hear and see them frying. Wow what great times I had fishing with Dad!