When I was very young, we lived in Craig. It was a big thing for folks to go to Camp Rulo which was a bar and restaurant just across the bridge in Nebraska. They served steaks and fish out of the Missouri. Catfish, Carp, Buffalo etc. One time I got a carp bone stuck in my throat and went to my mother who was at the bar with friends. She just looked down at me and said "eat a piece of bread" and went back to her conversation. It worked too, cause I'm not choked to death.