My Father won the prize for the largest fish when he went out on a party boat from Panama City, FL. It was a grouper.
I am not sure how large it was but he used a hatchet to clean and prepare it. This would have been 1951 as I was four and cut my arm on the hatchet.
“...and cut my arm on the hatchet.’
And now you have this deep seated urge to put a hook in your mouth.