Good catch.
I remember that was the fish we ate the most as I was growing up.
I remember Mother would clean and save milk cartons so that when we went fishing, we would come home and clean 'em like that and stick a bunch of 'em in milk cartons, fill with water, fold the top down and freeze 'em in the chest freezer. When we were ready to eat 'em, we would take out cartons, head to the front porch cement steps, and bust open the cartons and ice with claw hammers, and to the skillet they would go.
Mother's size limitation on bream (Brim, we called 'em) was "Keep 'em if they got a tail on 'em".