On Thursday, most of us bank fisherman caught as many dead chum as live ones. The guy next to me -- who was in high spirits, very jovial, and generally very cool -- snagged a pretty fresh female that had been stripped of her eggs. Her meat was pretty pink. He picked it up, thought out loud, "hey, I should keep this for the smoker," unhooked the fish, and lay it at his feet triumphantly. I looked over a few minutes later and he was squinting pensively. He then, rather slyly, kicked the fish back into the water. True story.