By Ron Schara

Friday, July 7, 2006

Once again, you forgot and left the box of night crawlers sitting in the hot sun on the boat seat. Your fatheads are dying from the heat in the minnow bucket. And your once-lively leeches already have expired, having turned into brown ribbons of glob and raising an odor that would wrinkle even a garbageman's nose. Ahh, the joys of fishing with live bait under a hot July sun. If you're tired of picking through decomposing 'crawlers in search of a stirring worm, this may be a defining mome ...

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