TROLLING FOR BASS 257 



wife suddenly uttered an exclamation, lifting high 

 above the water a small sunfish. I gazed over the 

 side of the boat to see one of the largest large- 

 mouths it has ever been my good fortune to gaze 

 upon lying near the surface waiting patiently for 

 that sunny to come back. 



"Drop your hook! Drop your hook!" I hissed. 



"But," she whispered, "but if I did he'd get on." 

 Then, shades of Izaak Walton and the prioress of 

 St. Albans! she actually turned to the fish with, 

 "Shoo! you nasty thing, shoo!" Needless to add, 

 the bass "shooed." 



