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...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, hook sharpener, pork rinds, floaters, stringer...
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...
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...