There was once an 11-year-old who went
fishing every chance he got from the dock at his family's cabin on an island in
the middle of a New Hampshire lake. On the day before bass 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 and practiced casting. The lure
struck the water and caused coloured ripples in the sunset; then silver ripples
as the moon rose over the lake.
When his pole doubled over, he knew
something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the
boy skilfully worked the fish alongside the dock. Finally he very gingerly
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 p.m. -- 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.
"Dad!" cried the boy.
"There will be other fish," said his father. "Not as big as this
one," cried the boy. He looked around the lake. No other fishermen or
boats were anywhere around in the moonlight. He looked again at his father.
Even though no one had seen them, nor
could anyone ever know what time he caught the fish, the boy could tell by the
clarity of his father's voice that the decision was not negotiable. He slowly
worked the hook out of the lip of the huge bass, and lowered it into the black
water.
The creature swished its powerful body
and disappeared. The boy suspected that he would never again see such a great
fish.
That was 34 years ago. Today the boy
is a successful architect in New York City. His father's cabin is still there
on the lake. He takes his own son and daughters fishing from the same dock.
And he was right. He has never again
caught such a magnificent fish as the one he landed that night long ago. But he
does see that same fish...again and again...every time he comes up against a
question of ethics. For, as his father taught him, ethics are simple
matters of right and wrong. It is only the practice of ethics that is
difficult.
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