"Yes, 36 pounds six ounces."
The record Brooks held for 18 years was broken.
That was 1966 and years have passed and others have caught bigger bass, over 40 pounds, and the latest record, of course, someday will be topped. Outside my Montana home a blizzard is raging. The familiar edges that normally define my yard—its fences, woodpile and barns—have vanished beneath the snow. My house, the last on an unpaved road among aspen and pine forests along the northwestern perimeter of the vast Absaroka Wilderness, is well on its way toward becoming a speck on the surface of a preposterous marshmallow. Unable to go out, I have sat, reminisced and revisited. For the angler remoteness, a romance with far places, threads through his finest memories. I moved to Big Sky country seeking remoteness. But for me, this day, it lies miles to the west, beneath a bridge in San Francisco Bay.