Re: Struggling
From my fishing days I would end up eating the bait if the sandwiches ran out. No not worms and maggots, but cheese, luncheon meat or sweetcorn. Many years ago, myself and a mate had scaled Red Pike at Buttermere in the Lake District on a very hot day. Getting back to the car, my pork pies I'd left in there were liquid but tasted just as good.
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