Digging worms was part of that. The first thing you needed was a coffee can to hold the worms you were going to dig up. You rarely see that any more. All you see now are those obnoxious little white Styrofoam containers that end up as litter along the shoreline. It seems like everybody buys worms now.
Nobody ever digs their own.
Part of the fun was digging in the flower beds to find that monster-size nightcrawler. And when a biggie was found, we used to call it a nightwalker. Simply because it did a lot more than just crawl around. With a jar of Pautzke's Balls O' Fire eggs, a bag of small marshmallows and a can of worms, you'd be set. Not today, though.