Fishing For Bullheads

Iowa, 1904

The bullhead is always ready to bite — rain or shine, in wind or calm, through thick or thin. He isn't choice about the morsel you offer, nor does he nibble and whine — he simply grabs what you have, takes the cork under and thrusts his fate into your hands. When other fish are too lazy, too fastidious to walk up to the feed, the bullhead steps in and relieves the situation. He has no scales to fly over the house, but a sleek suit that will peel off like an onion when you take him by the nap of the neck with a pair of pincers. In the frying pan he is a prince among fishes. If properly prepared his flesh is as sweet and toothsome as the much vaunted trout, bass or pickerel, and his bones few and far between. Give the devil his due and quit knocking on the bullhead — he's your friend when other fish look out the corner of their eyes at you. — Anthon Herald, Iowa.

—The Sioux Valley News, Correctionville, Iowa, July 28, 1904, page 1.