"Which way is the Gulf of Mexico?"
Rudleigh pointed all wrong.
"Is that a permit?" Mrs. Rudleigh asked. The black fork of a large permit surfaced just out of casting range: beyond belief. Rudleigh stampeded back into position. Skelton slipped the pole out of the sand and began to ghost quietly toward the fish and stopped. Nothing visible. A long moment passed. Again, the black fork appeared.
Rudleigh threw 40 feet beyond the permit. There was no hope of retrieving and casting again. Then out of totally undeserved luck, the fish began to change course toward Rudleigh's bait. Rudleigh and Mrs. Rudleigh exchanged glances.
"Please keep your eye on the fish." Skelton was overwhelmed by the entirely undeserved nature of what was transpiring. In a moment, the big fish was tailing again.
Rudleigh lifted the rod and the fish was on. Skelton poled hard, following the fish, now streaking for deep water.
"God, Captain, will I be able to cope with this at all? i mean, I knew the fish was strong! But honest to God, this is a nigger with a hotfoot!"