Smoked Wahoo.
Another very memorable experience was going on a trip to New Mexico with my church youth group when I was teenager. We camped somewhere in the mountains in the north part of the state along a trout stream. While the men (really boys) were fishing the women and girls were manning the campsite. We would catch a trout and give a whistle and toss it on the bank. One of the girls would come get it, clean it, pop it in the skillet for a few minutes, and bring it back to us. We were eating one trout ten minutes after catching it while still fishing for its buddies. I believe that qualifies as "The Good Old Days".But I like most fish, except for maybe trout. Never thrilled me much for some reason.