Dexter has been trying to feed our family with something he pulled in with a rod and reel for two years now. His patience and determination are both epic and, so far, entirely in vain. It is no consolation to him at all that he has caught a fair number of fish that he had to throw back for being too small or the wrong species. The angling world is divided into environmentalists who practice catch-and-release and the more gung-ho crowd they refer to as “fish killers.” Dexter means to be a fish killer. For him, the whole point of dropping a line into the water is to turn some innocent sea creature into dinner. When he watches “Finding Nemo,” I am pretty sure he roots for the trawlers. . .
Now, in the absence of permits this may not have been, strictly speaking, completely legal. But I take the view that a 6-year-old clamming with his toes can’t do much harm to the shellfish beds. And with the half-dozen quahogs he dug, we could make good chowder, and my son could call himself a clam killer.
Recipe: Fish With Grilled Salsa Verde
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/22/magazine/22food-t-000.html?pagewanted=1&hpw