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George
sang
out
for
us
to
look
up
ahead
,
that
here
come
just
what
we
been
looking
for
.
I
leaned
around
to
look
,
but
all
I
saw
was
a
big
drifting
log
and
those
black
seagulls
circling
and
diving
around
the
log
,
like
black
leaves
caught
up
in
a
dust
devil
.
George
speeded
up
some
,
heading
into
the
place
where
the
birds
circled
,
and
the
speed
of
the
boat
dragged
my
line
until
I
could
n't
see
how
you
'd
be
able
to
tell
if
you
did
get
a
bite
.
"
Those
fellas
,
those
cormorants
,
they
go
after
a
school
of
candle
fishes
,
"
George
told
us
as
he
drove
.
"
Little
white
fishes
the
size
of
your
finger
.
You
dry
them
and
they
burn
joost
like
a
candle
.
They
are
food
fish
,
chum
fish
.
And
you
bet
where
there
's
a
big
school
of
them
candle
fish
you
find
the
silver
salmon
feeding
.
"
He
drove
into
the
birds
,
missing
the
floating
log
,
and
suddenly
all
around
me
the
smooth
slopes
of
chrome
were
shattered
by
diving
birds
and
churning
minnows
,
and
the
sleek
silver-blue
torpedo
backs
of
the
salmon
slicing
through
it
all
.
I
saw
one
of
the
backs
check
its
direction
and
turn
and
set
course
for
a
spot
thirty
yards
behind
the
end
of
my
pole
,
where
my
herring
would
be
.
I
braced
,
my
heart
ringing
,
and
then
felt
a
jolt
up
both
arms
as
if
somebody
'd
hit
the
pole
with
a
ball
bat
,
and
my
line
went
burning
off
the
reel
from
under
my
thumb
,
red
as
blood
.
"
Use
the
star
drag
!
"
George
yelled
at
me
,
but
what
I
knew
about
star
drags
you
could
put
in
your
eye
so
I
just
mashed
harder
with
my
thumb
until
the
line
turned
back
to
yellow
,
then
slowed
and
stopped
.
I
looked
around
,
and
there
were
all
three
of
the
other
poles
whipping
around
just
like
mine
,
and
the
rest
of
the
guys
scrambling
down
off
the
cabin
at
the
excitement
and
doing
everything
in
their
power
to
get
underfoot
.
"
Up
!
Up
!
Keep
the
tip
up
!
"
George
was
yelling
.
"
McMurphy
!
Get
out
here
and
look
at
this
.
"
"
Godbless
you
,
Fred
,
you
got
my
blessed
fish
!
"
"
McMurphy
,
we
need
some
help
!
"
I
heard
McMurphy
laughing
and
saw
him
out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
just
standing
at
the
cabin
door
,
not
even
making
a
move
to
do
anything
,
and
I
was
too
busy
cranking
at
my
fish
to
ask
him
for
help
.
Everyone
was
shouting
at
him
to
do
something
,
but
he
was
n't
moving
.
Even
the
doctor
,
who
had
the
deep
pole
,
was
asking
McMurphy
for
assistance
.
And
McMurphy
was
just
laughing
.
Harding
finally
saw
McMurphy
was
n't
going
to
do
anything
,
so
he
got
the
gaff
and
jerked
my
fish
into
the
boat
with
a
clean
,
graceful
motion
like
he
's
been
boating
fish
all
his
life
.
He
's
big
as
my
leg
,
I
thought
,
big
as
a
fence
post
!
I
thought
,
He
's
bigger
'n
any
fish
we
ever
got
at
the
falls
.
He
's
springing
all
over
the
bottom
of
the
boat
like
a
rainbow
gone
wild
!
Smearing
blood
and
scattering
scales
like
little
silver
dimes
,
and
I
'm
scared
he
's
gon
na
flop
overboard
.
McMurphy
wo
n't
make
a
move
to
help
.
Scanlon
grabs
the
fish
and
wrestles
it
down
to
keep
it
from
flopping
over
the
side
.
The
girl
comes
running
up
from
below
,
yelling
it
's
her
turn
,
dang
it
,
grabs
my
pole
,
and
jerks
the
hook
into
me
three
times
while
I
'm
trying
to
tie
on
a
herring
for
her
.
