Dad did most of the cooking in our camp. Not because he drew the short straw or anything like that. He was just a darned good cook. My brother took over the cooking duties and is legendary for his fish fry on the weekend prior to the opener. He fishes Lake Erie for jumbo perch and walleye all summer, and we get any where from 20 to 45 people visiting camp for "the fry". All the neighboring camps come-it's turned into quite the gathering.
