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Each member of the troupe of black actors, bereft of the necessary direction, compensates by latching onto one emotion that he is confident he can do well. Silvia Anglin (Felicity) clings to her range, Corliss Blount (Snow) to her bitterness. Felipe Noguera turns in a good performance as Archibald, staring at members of the audience with a fierce, chilling concentration. Rod Clark renders a marvelously subtle Diouf; his mask segments are precise and perfect. Michael Russell (Village) deals well with the most difficult part in the play; his character is almost totally reliant on feedback from others and the quality...
...shoebox under my arm contained a tangled reel, a 25? red-and-white bobber and a dozen rusty hooks -the remnants of a summer of bluegill fishing with the children. Anglin' Sam came armed for an amphibious invasion. As he checked out his gear with John Wilhelm Sr., one of Florida's foremost bass fishermen, Sam unpacked armfuls of monogrammed rods and gleaming reels, a stack of Bassmaster magazines and a tackle box as big as a footlocker. Unfolding like a Chinese puzzle, the box was crammed with all kinds of hardware, first-aid supplies, rod cement, hooks...
What is so special about the largemouth bass? I asked. "They'll battle you all the way into the boat and then bite your leg," said John. "They'll hit anything that moves," said Anglin' Sam. "They'll gulp down crawfish, rice birds, ducklings, water moccasins-anything," said John. "They're the smartest, most unpredictable and most sought-after fish in the world," said Anglin' Sam. "And they taste good," said John...
Just One More. Two days later, when I pulled Anglin' Sam out of bed at 5 a.m., he remarked that I had a funny glazed look. "Bass on the brain," he called it. The odd smell in the air-a combination of pork rind, outboard motor oil, anise and fish scales-he called "essence of largemouth." That afternoon, while twitching purple-plastic worms off the bottom, I had a strike that seemed to turn the boat around. When I set the hook, it felt like there was an anvil on the other end. Diving and circling the boat...
Next morning, while Anglin' Sam packed his gear for the jet trip back to civilization, I strolled down to the dock to take a few practice casts. On the first toss a bass picked off my Rapala CD-115 in midair. The largemouth weighed just under 5 Ibs., my biggest take of the weekend. I kept casting, oblivious to pleadings that we had to go. "Just one more cast," I said. "Just one more...