A couple of years ago i was fishing inthe GWN, with some canuck friends,,, And we went back in the bush so far we were half way back out before we got to the lake. Unloaded the trucks and 100 yards through the bush to the lake and I looked like i had been a fight with a roll of razor wire, blood every where, and I drenched my self with deep woods off. So I asked how in the heck do you guys keep from gettin all bit up from thes little *&***%^&@!_*&@@^%$ skeeters. One of them grined and said,, well when we come back in places like this, we bring a candyassed merkin with us, and they dont bother us none,, they thought it was funny as all get out,, me, I just stood there bleeding 