Holy bug eyes, Batman, that's some shark! Or "shaak" in Boston Brahmin. The biggest fish I've ever caught was a flounder. I caught it somewhere in or near Daytona Beach, at some seafood restaurant where my grandparents liked to eat when we visited them. I was in grade school, so I really don't remember whether the restaurant was on the mainland or not, but nearby, we could borrow bamboo fishing poles and fish in some inlet next to the restaurant.

Maybe my parents had to rent the poles, but I don't recall being told that I had a time limit with it. My flounder was large enough to keep, legally, but I gave it to the man who managed to get it off the hook for me. He was a local, so at least he could take it home, gut and filet it, and have himself a nice dinner.

Here, in the Northeast, I've caught a few sunnies and bullies at a pond near my parents' house. I always threw those back. They're not good eating, and the bullheads will sting you like crazy if you're not wearing gloves when you try to take out the hook.

I love seafood--fish in particular, and crustaceans. But for some odd reason, I cannot stand bivalves. You will never find a clambake in my back yard, but it's not that unusual to find a lobster boil, or see me taking a whole rainbow trout and gutting and butterflying it myself for a butter sauteed dinner with lemon juice drizzled over it right at the end. Dee-lish!