A once there was an 11-year-old boy who went fishing with his father in the middle of a new hampshire lake. on the day before bass 巴斯鱼 season opened, they were fishing early in the evening, catching other fish with worms. then the boy tied on a small silver lure 鱼饵 and put it into the lake. suddenly he felt that something very big pulling on the lure. his father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully brought the fish beside the bank. finally he lifted the tired fish from the water. it was the largest one he had ever seen, but it was a bass. the boy and his father looked at the big fish. the father lit a match and looked at his watch. it was 10 pm – two hours before the season opened. he looked at the fish, then at the boy. “you’ll have to put it back, son,” he said.
