FISHING WITH PINK WORMS
I grew up in the ‘70s and '80s in South Carolina, and my dad fished every Saturday. He fished with friends from church a lot and would drive 90 miles to fish as far away as Lake Murray or Lake Hartwell. Until I got a little older, I usually fished with him on the closer trips to Lake Bowen, a smaller municipal lake. One of my most vivid memories from those days was when my dad started fishing with "floating worms." Pink floating worms. It was springtime, and the fish, big ones, were just