My grandpa was frequently in the paper for his daytime job as a judge, but in 1970 he was in the local paper for this fish.
The caption joked about how we all wish it was some kind of fish other than a carp.

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What he liked most was hunting for whitetail and pheasants and fishing for walleye. His left arm was severed at the elbow but he would hold up the stump to steady a rifle or a shotgun and shoot at a somewhat left angle to compensate for the missing forearm.

That old schoolbus behind him had the seats removed and replaced with sleeping cots, a live well, and other amenities. Grandpa and the generation in-between would take that bus on fishing trips in Canada. When I was a boy I thought that was the coolest thing and hoped that someday I would get to go with them. Never did.