Man, talk about memories! I must have been 13 or 14 (I'm 60 now) when my Dad and Whitey Whitco would pack me up for a walleye fishing day to the "white rock" under the Ford City bridge. We would have suckers and chubs from the traps my Dad had set in Deer Creek. We fished from sundown to about 10:00 the next morning. One of my jobs was to cut a branch, tie line to it, add a no. 12 or 14 long shank hook, bait it with a a piece of crawler, and fish for "sandpike". The sandpike I caught outfished all other bait by a wide margin. We never got skunked when we could get sandpike. Man, sometimes I wish I could go back!!