“No, you have to twist the fish until they burst open—don’t just stuff it in there. All the guts and stuff is what attracts the bass, black bass, that’s what we’re fishing for. She demonstrated, holding one of the pop-eyed mullet in her hands she twisted until the middle burst spewing innards. Something red and squishy landed near her cheek bone. “Hell, I forgot to put on my sunglasses.” She reached in the pocket of her flannel shirt and slid them on. “Hope you brought a pair.”
“On the console.” He reached for them and following Carrie’s instruction began twisting fish and stuffing them into another one of the traps.
“Now what?” Don asked.
“When she calls out, the trap, buoy and line all have to be thrown at the same time. Then wait for her to call out again. Make sure you toss it all away from the boat. We don’t want anything to get tangled in the prop.”
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