"Pull 'er in Jimmy! Lookit that pole bend!"
"I got a good one here!"
"Easy, easy..."
"Naw, she's hooked good. Just fighting it."
"Steady now, don't let her cut loose,"
"Naw, I ain't. I got 'er."
"And for crissake, don't let Harlow hear you say 'ain't'!"
"She's comin' in!" Jimmy said, and with one quick jerk of the pole he brought the fish bursting out of the surface like gunfire and swung it neatly to plop land on the bank.