FLORIDA: Sandwich Bass

In my hotel room taking a break from watching porn reading Absalom, Absalom!, I decided to give a quick accounting of my big bass adventure. I had a tremendous casting day. On the fishing front, I caught nothing but a few sandwich bass. Actually, they were the size of potato wedges, but I call them that because of the time this guy stopped to watch me casting in the Harlem Meer in New York’s Central Park, and he kept saying he just wanted to watch me catch a big one on that skinny-ass rod. I finally hooked one and held up the mighty half-pounder, and before walking away the guy shrugged his shoulders and said, “Hey man, that’s a sandwich.”

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