Ah, sure, Sandy. You know what will happen, doncha? He'll charm the gills off of all those fish, they'll be swooning at his feet, spouting "pick me, pick me"! Then he can haul what he wants out in one fell swoop and get on to singing to those who breath air.

Well, it was a dream, anyway....Dan, do you ascribe to the catch and release philosophy? Those fish in Montana are hoping so!

kat