"I think I've
lost him," he choked.
The captain swore
an oath and brandished his gaff. "Reel in,, reel in!" he rasped.
The fish was
still there. He had tried an old striper trick: rushing the boat in an attempt
to lose the hook. Now he pulled away again in a great dash that made the line
sing once more.
reeled her in slowly, gaining line all the time.
There was a great
hush. Then the mate said, like a man speaking in church: "It...is...a...big
All at once, 25
yards away, there—through the fog—was the apparition.
striper—lauded, berated, slandered, exalted and denied during this
investigation—made his appearance.
creature came up out of the sea like a vision and rolled over with a flash of
dazzling green and gold and silver.
Then he was gone
But he was being
brought in now. He was tiring. He surfaced again and he came on again. Captain
Scholz stood waiting, his eyes shining for all the stripers he had seen,
waiting tensely with his gaff until—as the rules demanded—he could grasp the
wire leader and rip into the striper with the hook.