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- Sheila was the middle daughter- at seventeen, all but out of reach.
- There was a summer in my life when the only creature that seemed lovelier than a largemouth bass was Sheila Mant.
- "There's a band in Dixford tomorrow night at nine, wanna go? "
- She asked if I had a car, but I played it off casually with my canoe.
- It was late August by the time I got the nerve to ask her out.
- Now I have spent a great deal of time since wondering why Sheila Mant should come down so hard on fishing.
- "I think fishing's dumb, I mean, its boring and all. Definitely dumb."
- With a sick nauseous feeling in my stomach, I saw the rod unbend.
- Four things occurred to me at once. One, that it was a bass. Two, that it was a big bass. Three, that it was the biggest bass I had ever hooked. Four, that Shelia Mant must not know.
- "My legs are sore, are we there yet?"
- We walked to the fair- there was the smell of popcorn, the sound of guitars. I may have danced once or twice with her, but all I really remember is her coming over to me once the music was done to explain that she would be going home in Eric Caswell's corvette.
- "Ok."
- Before the month was over, the spell she cast over me was gone, but the memory of that lost bass haunted me all summer and haunts me still.
- There would be other Sheila Mants in my life, other fish, and though I came close once or twice, it was these secret, hidden tugging's in the night that claimed me, and I never made the same mistake again.
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