A time-honored tradition can't be ignored. I wanted to get some capelin for smoking, drying and frying (outdoors, of course.)
I really didn't want to take on the evening crowd and parking madness at Middle Cove Beach, so I waited until high tide early the next morning. I live about 7 minutes to Middle Cove. Well, twenty minutes after I left home, I returned with a bucket full of flopping, little fish.
It took longer to clean them up, pat them dry, bag them and brine a few. I am about to go fire up the BBQ to see just how good they are this year.