Um, we didnʼt get through putting that fish up, back up to where they belonged next morning. I still stayed in the smokehouse but next morning I was still stoking the fire and uh, and my grandmother got up which was about 9:00 that morning, came out and, she looked at the fish. It was ready for náayadi pack. It was all set, all of them. So we, I started from the top, lowering it down to her and she was packing them away. We didnʼt have a freezer back then but we had a underground cooler. And thatʼs where she was stacking them as we finished packing them in a box. And uh, she wrapped them in newspaper and put them, put them inside a box, tissue box, and uh, packed them all ??? which was very heavy; I could hardly pick it up myself. But I managed to get them down there. And my uncle would come back down and heʼd help me put them up. Weʼd go about 3 high and while we were doing that, while they were doing that, I would be down, grandma tell me, "Go down, catch more fish." And when I pulled up that aluminium, aluminium, or galvanized ???, yeah, tub. When I got that full, grandma would get busy and start cutting. And while she was cutting, Iʼd be putting them up on the sticks. Iʼd start from the top and work my way down. And the top sticks held like 4 fish across on both sides and the center one held like 5 fish, both sides, 5 on a stick, 5 on a stick. And the bottom ones had 6. 6 rows right down.