“Fuck, it’s strong as shit.” “You got her, man.” “Keep going—” “Hey Langers, look this way,” Jake calls. “Photo for the girls.” I glance distractedly over my shoulder as Jake snaps pictures with his phone. The fish puts up a serious fight, jerking left then right across the front of the boat. “Follow her,” Rob calls, stepping back to give me room. “That’s it, just like a dance. Keep following. She’ll tire herself out.”
