Wasn't much biting so I began to pack up my kit when the hole opened up and my last beer and my bait bucket were swallowed up by the ground.
After I made sure I wasn't about to fall into another hole, I leaned over and peered into the hole.
She was lapping at my beer, presumably to wash away the taste of the bait she apparently ate. Legally I was supposed to report her escape, but all I could think to do was to offer her the last sandwich I had.
She was clearly hungry since she bit me.
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