Getting ready to go fishing, Started the day before. Dad would hook up the water hose To a pump that pumped water Out of the creek in front of our cottage. He would water the lawn So the earthworms would Show there heads Or Tails...how can you tell? As soon as it got dark, My dad would say grab your Flashlight.. So out we would go To find those earth worms. Or as a fisherman would call them Nightcrawler's... I loved catching those worms Almost as much as i loved fishing. And i usually went out barefooted. It was like finding a treasure When my flashlight would spot one. And i could snap that worm up Faster than they could hide. We would each have a can To put our worms in. When we had a few dozen My dad would put them in a bait box With moss. Those worms had it made. Until the next day. We would get up at day break And head on out on Lake Erie. With my fishing pole, my snacks, My book (in case fishing was slow) And our worms... Gone fishing...
Who would admit to a favorite memory of catching worms, but me.