Here's the rest of the story. We found a little sand beach along the east bulkhead, almost under the bridge. We unloaded about 100 ft of net on the beach, I backed the net out of the bow, around a big bunch of sand eels and came back to where I started. the net looked full to bursting. We were counting our money before we had it. As we started pursing it together the net got heavier and heavier. This shouldnt happen with swimming fish. Turned out the sand eels were a bit on the small size and just the right size to gill in our sein, almost every hole was filled. This net was like a big wet rug, it was all we could do to get it back into the boat. As the clam cop at the ramp was about to cuff us and stuff us, my partner Tommy Duffy told him that the net belonged to Burton Smith of Smittys live Lobster fame, and we were working for him!. The cop called in to to have someone call smitty and verify our B.S. story, lo and behold Smitty backed us up. Soon the cop drove off, and as soon as he did, we unloaded our net on the parking lot and proceeded to mush and shake all the sand eels out of our net. I bet it was a big stinkey mess in a few days, no wonder they didnt want any Patchogue clam diggers in Southampton town waters! Rich