When I was there, it was during the annual Shad Fest. Supposedly, the locals had a good way to cook them. Maybe catmandoo was there?
Those shad were pretty much like small tarpons, in look and fight.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
