These long brown slippery things that shrink and bend their obscene snouts and banded bellies tight when touched are something else to get hooked right for bass. For pan fish, they’re a mess: They tend
to break in chunks like sausage, so you mend the damage up, but all the while their white guts ooze out greenish while your own guts fight for daylight. Now you understand the trend
toward plastic worms, toward silver spoons and jigs that clip on cleanly to the leader. Bright, secure, and sanitary, they kill bass,
miss weeds, work deep and clean to pull the big ones in. Live worms go better, though, at night with muddy boots and beer. You bet your ass!