“Jack, do your stuff,” Bob said as he started gathering wood for the fire.
“What does he mean?” Rex asked.
“Trout.”
“Got an extra rod?”
“Sure.”
“All right. Lead me to it.”
They went a few rods down stream to where a point of land jutted out.
“Now you want to be careful,” Jack told Rex. “They get some pretty big ones in this stream. If you get a strike let him run with it after you’ve hooked him. The only way to land an eight pounder is to tire him out.”
“An eight pounder! Say what are we fishing for, whales?”
“No, trout. But if you get hooked on to a big fellow you’ll think it’s a whale.”