Speaking of that, I left a hotdog pack in my catfishing tackle box a month and a half ago. Didnt go fishing for a while. A few days ago I went to go check to see if I ever did take out the hot dogs. To my surprise, there were these little brown dots on the outside of my blue plano tackle tackle box. I open it up, the most rancid scratch that  PUTRID smell I have ever smelled in my life erupted from that small tackle box. I dawn the black grime buster gloves. I prepare for bilogical war. All hands on deck. Now or never. I lift up the trays, the nucleus of the infestation, nay the heart of the evil seeping from that plastic box. I take out the Carolina Links package with one dog missing that I used. Half the hotdogs are turned to a bio-hazard mush of frothing, pulsing, maggot filled decay. I make a grave mistake, I take a whiff. Instant gag, I throw up in my mouth. I put the the dogs back in box. I decide to take the loss on the rapala filet knife and fish grip scale along with some other odds and ends and some lures for bass. Im probably out like 55 bucks. But the death smell, the indescribable putrid smell that permeated everything rendered everything insavlageable. That folks is why you nee to clean out your stuff.

Thanks Guys! I just took all my tackle bags and put them out in the shed. Don't want any maggot critters in my house! 

Hootie

Ha-ha I keep mine in planos . In  tackle bags. And then in a couple storage totes. 

Good Lord......dump out the box...clean everything up, air it out, put everything back. go fishing.  Life goes on

 

I doubt it would even cross my mind to throw stuff away

On ‎9‎/‎17‎/‎2016 at 8:23 PM, EricTheAngler said:

Speaking of that, I left a hotdog pack in my catfishing tackle box a month and a half ago. Didnt go fishing for a while. A few days ago I went to go check to see if I ever did take out the hot dogs. To my surprise, there were these little brown dots on the outside of my blue plano tackle tackle box. I open it up, the most rancid scratch that  PUTRID smell I have ever smelled in my life erupted from that small tackle box. I dawn the black grime buster gloves. I prepare for bilogical war. All hands on deck. Now or never. I lift up the trays, the nucleus of the infestation, nay the heart of the evil seeping from that plastic box. I take out the Carolina Links package with one dog missing that I used. Half the hotdogs are turned to a bio-hazard mush of frothing, pulsing, maggot filled decay. I make a grave mistake, I take a whiff. Instant gag, I throw up in my mouth. I put the the dogs back in box. I decide to take the loss on the rapala filet knife and fish grip scale along with some other odds and ends and some lures for bass. Im probably out like 55 bucks. But the death smell, the indescribable putrid smell that permeated everything rendered everything insavlageable. That folks is why you nee to clean out your stuff.

LMAO,love the decryption, didn`t interrupt my pizza and beer though

Got meat? Maggots? Growing live bait in your tackle box? A #12 snelled hook with a rattle bobber. You won't go hungry.

I wash my lures and tackle boxes at the end of every season. I remove foul oders.  Sometimes mid season I wash them. Since I haven't fished in almost two years now ill look for meat in my plastics. Good in burgers, they add a crunch like crispy cheetos.

Lmao

I haven't used live bait in about 25 years now.