When I was a boy, growing up in the early 70's, there was an elderly Russian gentleman living by the local lake. He had fled Russia after the 1917 revolution, and was a former "White Russian Officer". He used to love to catch carp, and it was his favorite fish to eat. Us kids always tried for the bass, and catfish at night, but he loved his carp. He would keep the air bladders out of them, blow them up, let them dry. Then he and his wife would paint and decorate them, and use them as Christmas Tree decorations.
Larry