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A
mile
or
so
out
George
cut
the
speed
to
what
he
called
a
trolling
idle
,
put
four
guys
to
the
four
poles
in
the
back
of
the
boat
,
and
the
rest
of
us
sprawled
in
the
sun
on
top
of
the
cabin
or
up
on
the
bow
and
took
off
our
shirts
and
watched
the
guys
trying
to
rig
their
poles
.
Harding
said
the
rule
was
a
guy
got
to
hold
a
pole
till
he
got
one
strike
,
then
he
had
to
change
off
with
a
man
who
had
n't
had
a
chance
.
George
stood
at
the
wheel
,
squinting
out
through
the
salt-caked
windshield
,
and
hollered
instructions
back
how
to
fix
up
the
reels
and
lines
and
how
to
tie
a
herring
into
the
herring
harness
and
how
far
back
to
fish
and
how
deep
:
"
And
take
that
number
four
pole
and
you
put
you
twelve
ounces
on
him
on
a
rope
with
a
breakaway
rig
--
I
show
you
how
in
joost
a
minute
--
and
we
go
after
that
big
fella
down
on
the
bottom
with
that
pole
,
by
golly
!
"
Martini
ran
to
the
edge
and
leaned
over
the
side
and
stared
down
into
the
water
in
the
direction
of
his
line
.
"
Oh
.
Oh
,
my
God
,
"
he
said
,
but
whatever
he
saw
was
too
deep
down
for
the
rest
of
us
.
There
were
other
sports
boats
trolling
up
and
down
the
coast
,
but
George
did
n't
make
any
attempt
to
join
them
;
he
kept
pushing
steadily
straight
on
out
past
them
,
toward
the
open
sea
.
"
You
bet
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
go
out
with
the
commercial
boats
,
where
the
real
fish
is
.
"
The
swells
slid
by
,
deep
emerald
on
one
side
,
chrome
on
the
other
.
The
only
noise
was
the
engine
sputtering
and
humming
,
off
and
on
,
as
the
swells
dipped
the
exhaust
in
and
out
of
the
water
,
and
the
funny
,
lost
cry
of
the
raggedy
little
black
birds
swimming
around
asking
one
another
directions
.
Everything
else
was
quiet
.
Some
of
the
guys
slept
,
and
the
others
watched
the
water
.
We
'd
been
trolling
close
to
an
hour
when
the
tip
of
Sefelt
's
pole
arched
and
dived
into
the
water
.
"
George
!
Jesus
,
George
,
give
us
a
hand
!
"
George
would
n't
have
a
thing
to
do
with
the
pole
;
he
grinned
and
told
Sefelt
to
ease
up
on
the
star
drag
,
keep
the
tip
pointed
up
,
up
,
and
work
hell
outa
that
fella
!
"
But
what
if
I
have
a
seizure
?
"
Sefelt
hollered
.
"
Why
,
we
'll
simply
put
hook
and
line
on
you
and
use
you
for
a
lure
,
"
Harding
said
.
"
Now
work
that
fella
,
as
the
captain
ordered
,
and
quit
worrying
about
a
seizure
.
"
Thirty
yards
back
of
the
boat
the
fish
broke
into
the
sun
in
a
shower
of
silver
scales
,
and
Sefelt
's
eyes
popped
and
be
got
go
excited
watching
the
fish
he
let
the
end
of
his
pole
go
down
,
and
the
line
snapped
into
the
boat
like
a
rubber
band
.
