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I know only too well about the feelings and emotions fish have. This one shrieked like a toddler with its hair afire. The skipper, as well as the crew, as always, were moved and almost, but not quite frozen in place. The skipper on that run proceeded to place his own emotions for the poor fish aside.

He then hauled back and drove a harpoon with a bronze head right through that grander's fuggin' eyeball with a wicked cry of his own. Sweet dreams, John boy.