Every few years I’ve taken to the idea of worms or minnows as bait or plugs for casting for pike and bass. The mood usually doesn’t last and probably emerges from my modest egalitarianism, also an occasional sense of repulsion from being in the company of fresh- or saltwater fly fishermen when they are especially full of themselves, all fey and flouncing and arcane, somewhat like country clubbers peering with distaste over the fence at the ghetto bait types in the distance.
