The Fish That Got Away

You know how I can tell when I have too much work to do and too little time to do it? When my dad calls me up to go halibut fishing and I have to decline. *sob* Decline fishing for fishes that weighs more than me...makes me so sad. The biggest fish I've caught thus far is a 23lbs salmon. It was so freaking awesome when I finally got the fish up on the boat then Jimmy, my sister's boyfriend of the time, said, "Bash it on the the head." What!!? Okay, I have no problem with tormenting poor worms with giant hooks or beheading live herrings to use as bait, but bashing in a giant flopping fish is something else.
I can only imagine how strange this must look to the fishers nearby...one minute this little gal was whooping with joy from catching a salmon. Next minutes she's screaming like she's caught a sea monster, trying to dodge its flopping body, failing horribly and getting smacked around by a fish. What did I think was supposed to happen when I land the salmon? Well...I've caught a lot of sea perch, rock cods and trouts up to this point...when you catch those fishes, you thread a little rope through their gills and leave them to swim in the water while you continue to fish. Of course those fishes weigh less than a pound each, but that's just minor detail.
Jimmy bomped the fish on the head for me because I was being such a girl. This is necessary because we were in this tiny dinghy, another two flops and we would have lost the fish to the ocean. As excited as I am about halibut fishing, I'm a bit wary of the knocking the fish out part...we'll see what happens when I finally make time to go.
I think what I need to do is go in hungry, because me vs. fish when I'm hungry, I'm knocking it the fuck out! Just don't get stranded on an island with me...