Most times I stayed at my grandma and grandpa Pruemer's house, grandpa would take me fishing for mud cats in the pond behind the pig barn. We'd always have to find worms before we went. Typically under straw bales, rocks, or just dig a hole. Sometimes we'd get lucky and it would rain the night before and he'd take me out with a flashlight to hunt for night crawlers! You had to be quick, but as a young kid it was so much fun. Grandpa Bernie was a good teacher, but he had little patience for missing night crawlers due to not being aggressive enough. I remember this every time it rains at night. Just one of the many great memories I had with Grandpa.
