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Worm Grunters In Sopchoppy, Florida, they’ve been waiting all spring for the wild azaleas to drop their blooms, for the bluegills to move from their deep haunts to the creeks and sloughs where they stack up to spawn, and when fishermen who will pay three bucks for two dozen night crawlers come calling, grunters stake ground their grandfathers showed them late at night. They sit on five-gallon buckets, drawing leaf springs from old tractors across black gum stobs like fiddlers groaning over their sins. You rise to their trembling invocation, rustling up through the bones of their kin. 17 ...

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