Redge, great reply! I look forward to fishing with you and hearing the story behind "the alien"...

My Dad (Crappie Ciller), and I were fishing a new brush pile during the heat of the summer which was perfectly sheltered from any and all wind. Great news was the fish were biting. Bad news, it was over 100 degrees with the sun beating down on us. After a couple hours and about 50 beautiful crappies later, crappie ciller named the pile...Death Valley!!