Little did I know after my editor sent me to an Asian carp fishing tournament that a year later I'd be wrapping up my first NPR piece on the fish. I met some lifelong fisherman like Ronnie and his grandson Byron and learned a little about how hard that work is.
I'm not a fisherman and didn't realize how cold it is out on the water in March. Thankfully, a fellow reporter let me borrow her husband's coat to keep warm. My fingers may have frozen, but eating carp fried in cornmeal and chatting with men who'd spent their lives on the lake was worth it.