During the night bite early this year on the Big C for stripers we couldn't keep these pesky critters off of our lines. Andrew one night was catching them hand over fist and according to him he can't catch Walleye, but I was netting them and he had me hopping like a Chinese short order food cook. That would be Hop Sing. Oh yea I reached the status of professional netboy that night and I am now looked at as every bit as good a net man as Fishincreek, so take that. Oh and one other thing Woody is right the only thing they are good for is making me fatter than I already am. As ole Andy use to say, Hmmmmm, Hmmmm Aunt Bee, Gooood.