Word: basses
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Biting Bass. Water pollution has been handled even more impressively. To cool and treat its steel, the plant needs 150 million gallons of water a day, which is roughly the same amount used daily by all of nearby Houston. To cut that volume, filtration and cooling systems recycle the water for re-use 15 different times. Thus only 10 million new gallons are actually needed each...
When I asked for a few tips, John offered to show me the proper way of baiting up on the river. He cupped a lure in his hands and turned his back. I said I couldn't see what he was doing. "Exactly!" he exclaimed. "Neither can the bass. You let one of those Withlacoochee monsters see your bait, and they'll jump up and snap it right put of your hands...
Local Monster. No one in Dunnellon, a lazy, little (pop. 1,146) inland town near Ocala, is above the Chamber of Commerce come-on. The town bills itself as the "Home of the World's Largest Bass," and everywhere from the Dinner Bell Restaurant to Bass Galore Village ("Fishing Headquarters, U.S.A.") are mounted specimens to prove it. Up at Joe L. Cobb Inc., Realtors, Joe has a photograph on the wall memorializing the morning he and a friend boated 18 bass totaling 124 Ibs. in "2½ wild and wonderful hours." Down at Bucky's Sports Center...
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...