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           "He’sabigflounder,"Georgesaid."Sometimestheyweightwo,threehundred.Yougottolifttheminwiththewinch."

           "We’llhavetocuthimloose,Doc,"Sefeltsaidandputhisarmacrossthedoctor’sshoulders.Thedoctordidn’tsayanything;hehadsweatedclearthroughhissuitbetweenhisshoulders,andhiseyeswerebrightredfromgoingsolongwithoutglasses.Hekeptheavinguntilthefishappearedonhissideoftheboat.Wewatcheditnearthesurfaceforafewminuteslonger,thenstartedgettingtheropeandgaffready.

           Evenwiththegaffinit,ittookanotherhourtodragthefishintothebackoftheboat.Wehadtohookhimwithallthreeotherpoles,andMcMurphyleaneddownandgotahandinhisgills,andwithaheaveheslidin,transparentwhiteandflat,andfloppeddowntothebottomoftheboatwiththedoctor.

           "Thatwassomething."Thedoctorpantedfromthefloor,notenoughstrengthlefttopushthehugefishoffhim."Thatwas...certainlysomething."

           Theboatpitchedandcrackedallthewaybacktoshore,withMcMurphytellinggrimtalesaboutshipwrecksandsharks.Thewavesgotbiggeraswegotclosertoshore,andfromthecrestsclotsofwhitefoamblewswirlingupinthewindtojointhegulls.Theswellsatthemouthofthejettywerecombinghigherthantheboat,andGeorgehadusallputonlifejackets.Inoticedalltheothersportsboatswerein.

           Wewerethreejacketsshort,andtherewasafussastowho’dbethethreethatbravedthatbarwithoutjackets.