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Nightcrawlers

A good, soaking rain, that made the grass and ground spongy underfoot signaled nightcrawlers. bucket of dirt flashlight spotter grabber They emerged from their subterranean tunnels washed out by the deluge looking for worm love. We found them there, sometimes … Continue reading

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Soul of Engines

It was a V-8, 390 Big Block, and it rose slowly, straining at the chain sling we had wrapped around it so painstakingly after an afternoon of unbolting, disconnecting, unplugging, and unhooking anything that could possibly hold it down. There … Continue reading

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