Fallfish: The Other White Fish
This young angler prefers to eat, rather than release, his fish. How could I turn down that smile? Besides, it had been decades since I last ate a fallfish (my brothers and I called them whitefish). They tasted fine, but the bones were impossible to remove. It was time to give them another try.
This colorful fallfish succumbed to the four-year-old’s nightcrawler rig.
We decided that any nice ones from this trip to Powells Creek, near Halifax, would go home for a meal. At the end of the day, two fallfish and a rainbow trout went to the fillet board. Compared to a trout, removing the pin bones from a fallfish is a difficult task. Although these big minnows have a relatively wide body shape—leading you to believe you’ll get some thick fillets—most of that is between the ribs. A 12-incher is the minimum for nice portions.
The result was shocking—in a good way! Between the four of us who sampled the fillets, we unanimously preferred the fallfish over the trout. The fine bones that stayed in the fillets weren’t even noticeable. Fallfish will definitely be on the menu again next year.
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