It was in New Hampshire. Cody was a

It was in New Hampshire. Cody was an 11­year­old boy. Just like other boys, he enjoyed running around the lake, and sometimes picked yellow daisies for his mother's kitchen table along the paths. But the thing he liked best was fishing. He went fishing whenever he had got a chance and he was proud of his fishing skills.On the day before that year's bass (鲈鱼) season opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening, catching sunfish and perch with worms. Then he tied on a small silver lure (鱼饵) and practised casting. The lure hit the water, stirring up coloured ripples in the sunset, and then silver ripples as the moon rose over the lake. It was an unusually quiet evening. The gentle wind from the lake was so refreshing.After what seemed a long time, Cody noticed his fishing pole doubled over, and he knew at once that something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skilfully brought the fish beside the bank.Finally, he very carefully lifted the exhausted 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 handsome fish, gills playing back and forth in the moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 pm—two hours before the season opened. He looked at the bass, then at Cody.“You'll have to put the fish back, son，” he said.“Dad！” cried the boy.“There will be other fish,” said his father gently but firmly．“Not as big as this one,” cried the boy again.