One day in July 2005, I went fishing on Sodus bay. I casted under our own dock with a rubber worm and BOOM! A big bass took off to the other side of the dock and I was sure the line was going to break because his pulling was rubbing the line against sharp rocks. Three times I pulled him back to my side of the dock and three times he got back to the other side of the dock. Finally, I got him to my side and he was tired. I knew that this was the biggest bass I had ever seen. I worked him towards me and got down on my belly, reached down and gripped him. However, I didn't have a good grip at first and I let him down to the water for a few seconds to get a better grip. The next thing I knew he was swimming away. No! I screamed louder than I ever had. It was the first time I cried over a fish. What a huge fish. This is a true story and a sad one for me. Where did the writer cast his line? A. Under his own dock B. On his own dock C. At his cottage D. On a bay E. At home