Ernest Hemingway with Wyoming trout.

Of Hemingway books,there are no end.

I picked up recently a new one describing in detail his sporting activities and writing during summer sojourns in Wyoming after he left his first wife Hadley for the slimmer, sexier, and richer Pauline Pfeifer, whose family money financed a grand new life style that included multiple new cars, an African safari, and the custom fishing boat Pilar.

Thus copiously funded, Ernest Hemingway fished and hunted in Wyoming during six summers between 1928 and 1939.

His eldest son, Jack (by Hadley) joined him in the Summer of 1929, and received an introduction to the field sports that made him a life-long fly fisherman.

Jack had watched his father all summer from the sidelines, learning about casting and playing fish — not rushing a fish but not playing it too long either. He’d learned how to clean fish, and to place fish in a creel with fresh leaves, keeping them damp and cool. He’d even learned how to cook a fish; his father suggested leaving the lungs inside for better flavor and cooking with salt, pepper, and lemon.”

–Darla Worden, Cockeyed Happy, 2021.

Lungs? Lungs?? Trout haven’t got lungs. I suppose the author must mean gills, but gills are not exactly “inside” the fish, and how on earth would they add flavor?