My brothers have persuaded our East Coast cousins to join them for a camping trip this Memorial Day weekend. Although I won’t be able to attend this year, Susan included me on the email where she listed the food and beverages she’ll be taking with her. It’s a pretty thorough list, covering everything from pancake mix to applesauce to hot chocolate (I think it’s a bit warm for that last, but different folks have different preferences). Grace replied by asking why her caviar wasn’t listed.
That one’s pretty simple really. I attended the first family gathering at this campground and as I recall, there’s a fishing pond down by the campground entrance. So to get her caviar, Grace will need to take along a fishing rod, tackle, and bait. (I seem to remember my niece catching a fish several years ago using a nightcrawler on a hook.)
Although I’m not sure where the fish and game commission stands on the subject of drift nets, I am fairly certain that although the technique will yield large quantities of fresh fish, throwing in a boulder with an attached stick of dynamite tends to be frowned upon.
Once Grace has caught a suitable number of fish, obtaining the caviar is left as an exercise for the student.