The first thing you notice is the trash… 22oz Busch Light cans scattered everywhere. And, of course the worm container abandoned on the bank. The nightcrawlers lucky enough to be spared the day before are now being baked to death in the sun.
Then you start tripping on loose mono fishing line strewn from place to place like some poorly constructed spider web. You grumble and cuss as you do your best to police up the mess. Bloody bait fishermen!
Then you spy the fish heads. Laying on rocks. Guts tossed back into the clear water.