Wind him up a bit.

Get all the line in you can.
Steady! Let go! Let go! Let him run! Now wind him again.

Wait, hold him so, just a moment--a little nearer! Hurrah! Hurrah! I've got him and he's a beauty--a perfectly typical Rainbow trout." "Oh, you beauty!" cried Mandy, down on her knees beside the trout that lay flapping on the grass.

"What a shame! Oh, what a shame! Oh, put him in again, Allan, I don't want him.

Poor dear, what a shame." "But we must weigh him, you see," remonstrated her husband.