My mother took my five year old to Chestertown and he came home with five decent white perch, bought right off a boat (for $5) on the Chester River (Quaker Neck). "Look what I got for dinner." Out of the five, four were big females, loaded with roe. It had been many a year since I stood elbow to elbow in the Spring trying to fill a bucket with white perch, but I usually find a school or two of fat perch in the summer and keep some. I was amazed at how poor the bodies were on these pre-spawn fish compared to those summer fish! There was almost nothing to them, obviously they had put all their energy into those bulging egg sacks. Those skinny fillets tasted great, but I have to admit the roe was not the delicacy I "remembered" from my youth. (Of course, maybe it was better washed down with Natty Boh...) But bottomline, it made me think a little harder about the sense in killing any prespawn fish. Not intended to start "yellowperchhearingextravaganzapart2", just some food for thought.