On a warm sunny night in mid August of 2014, the sun was just half over the horizon. The air was crisp and smelt of fresh grass. Me, Myself, and I were in a canoe, simply fishing. I felt as if my butt was made of fire ants because of the wooden bench seat in that canoe. Suddenly, my fishing pole had a slight pull or jerk, if you would, and a beautiful splash of the crystal clear natural water. I start reeling it in and boy it felt like a whale. But then I hear an eagle's call… I look up and I see it coming from 75 yards out. I frantically reel in my whale/fish. It's so close, I can see it! I get it in the canoe and its literally a bass that is 7 inches long. I was so bummed out, I threw it back and paddled back to camp.
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