“You don’t often get one as big as this fellow for a fact, but I’ve seen one which tipped the scales at ten pounds,” Jack told him. “But eight was the biggest I ever caught.”
“Well, I guess we’ve got enough for supper,” Rex laughed as they started back.
“And some left over for breakfast.”
“Um heap big fish,” Kernertok grunted as he caught sight of the trout which Rex was proudly carrying.
“He’s a peach all right,” Bob joined in. “Who caught him?”
“I did,” Rex puffed out his chest.
“All by his lonesome,” Jack added.
“He sure was some fighter,” Rex declared as he looked at the fish. “But let’s see how much he weighs.”
The boys always took with them on their trips a small pocket scale and in another moment Jack announced that the fish only lacked a fraction of an ounce of eight pounds.
“And he’s just as good as he is big,” Rex said a little later as he reached for a third helping.