It seems a shame to take those monsters out of the lakes and rivers. (or not catch and release)
Not a tree hugger or anything...., maybe just my own age and mortality kicking in.
In the 1920s, Grosse Ile MI was a major bootlegging stopover and hideout for smuggling good Canadian whisky over to Prohibition Detroit. Plenty of gun battles, and there's supposedly thousands of bottles of booze way down in the mud from being thrown overboard before being caught.
And Jimmy Hoffa could be down there (what's left of him).

Grosse Ile MI in the mouth of the Detroit river, running into Lake Erie (bottom). Canada on the rightt, MI on the left, Detroit on the horizon. Moved in in 1964 for 4th grade. The airfield was a Naval Air Station only for prop planes, and a coast Guard station, closed long ago, now a community airfield.
