Your stories often prompt memories from long ago. No exception today. After a rainy summer day, my brother and I would arm ourselves with bucket and flashlight to harvest night crawlers from Miss Kirby’s lawn. It’s rich, dark soil harbored seemingly countless worms, engendering eager anticipation for the next day’s fishing adventure. Perch, sunfish, and the occasional catfish. Mostly catch and release. Always great fun! Thanks for the jog!
My cousin used to go out and hunt worms at night with a flashlight, then try to sell them. IIRC, he posted a cardboard sign on the corner between our houses.
Having a fisherman or two in the family was of ultimate assistance in writing this story. I am only minimally skilled with a closed bale reel. A couple of summers ago I hooked someone’s floating raft. 😯
Your stories often prompt memories from long ago. No exception today. After a rainy summer day, my brother and I would arm ourselves with bucket and flashlight to harvest night crawlers from Miss Kirby’s lawn. It’s rich, dark soil harbored seemingly countless worms, engendering eager anticipation for the next day’s fishing adventure. Perch, sunfish, and the occasional catfish. Mostly catch and release. Always great fun! Thanks for the jog!
My cousin used to go out and hunt worms at night with a flashlight, then try to sell them. IIRC, he posted a cardboard sign on the corner between our houses.
Having a fisherman or two in the family was of ultimate assistance in writing this story. I am only minimally skilled with a closed bale reel. A couple of summers ago I hooked someone’s floating raft. 😯