back then? You mean when yours were small? If so I totally agree. The largest snapper I've ever kept was maybe the size of my two fists together. I found him drifting listlessly down a stream, thinking he was dead I put him on a stump to get a good look at him. I nearly had a heart attack when he opened an eye to look at me. I looked like he had had a fisherman's hook ripped out from behind his jaw joint forward, the wound looked nasty and his jaw had no strenth on that side. I force fed him bait fish and gold fish all winter long (I found him in late fall) and by spring he was able to draw blood on my with his bites and catch his own fish. I was happy to release him back where I found him and save my fingers (I think perhaps he did not like me so much for force feeding him so long when he could not work his jaw on his own).