“Oh fuck, here it comes,” Novy shouts. Behind me, the guys all cheer. There’s a shadowy splash off the left side of the boat. Then she’s pulling sharply to the right, and I follow, part of me wishing I could hand the reel over to someone else. But I’m here. I’m catching this damn fish. “There it is!” Sully calls, pointing over the bow. A bigger splash this time. The resistance is getting heavier now that the fish is all the way at the surface. Sully is grinning like a kid. “Hold it, Langers. You almost got her.” “What is it?” I pant.
