Happened. Me and my dad were plannin a late catfishin trip tonight, so I trust him to go out and get some bait for us. He comes back with one tiny box of nightcrawlers. I look at him in a strange way, but I'm thinkin that it'll be a bad day of fishin anyways. I go out there and can't even use two rods because as soon as the bait hits the water you get a bite. So, we run out of bait in less than an hour. It steamed me good! Lesson learned I guess, but it just had to happen on the day when they were really bitin!