Grizld Outdoors

    "I caught a fitch, grandma! I caught a fitch!"  I'm quoting world renowned fisherman, Mike VanLoon (aka me) when he caught his very first fish.  As I was only three years old, I'm sure the blue gill was nothing impressive, and I only have vague memories of bringing it back to the campsite to show my grandma. Small as it was though, I'm told my grandma insisted we fry it up to celebrate. And thus began my love of catching, and eating, panfish.  For most fisherman, panfish are the first step in their angling journey, and with good reason. Panfish are generally numerous and easy to catch if you know where to find them. They also put up a heck of a fight for their size. And they make fine table fare, if one is so inclined, which I usually am.  Since that first fish, over 40 years ago now, my love for the little guys has not waned. As soon as I can get out on the water without freezing to death in the spring, I'm gettin' after 'em. But it's usually ...