Killed and Prepared an Animal for Eating

This was a gross one. I was never too much of a squeamish girl, but even with Girls' Camp, I had never touched a dead animal. Well, when I was about 20, I went fishing with Dave and his dad. When we were going through our catch of the day, Dave's dad just handed me the fish (you know, how they hang on to them through the gills). I wanted to cry, throw up and run away all at the same time. Instead, I grabbed a hold. He was my future father-in-law, after all. Then he proceded to show me how to gut it and clean it...gross. I did it, but I won't do it again. I wonder if I impressed him. I wonder if it was some sort of test. I wonder if I passed.