The third effort landed him.
"Two pounds," said Patty.

"Plenty for breakfast now." "Tell you what, this is sport.

How many have we ?" "Seven in half an hour." Patty began using her paddle.
"Finest sport in the world!" Warrington settled down on the cushion and leisurely watched the brown arms of his guide.
"You're a good fisherman.

And I like to see a good fisherman get excited.

John is like a statue when he gets a strike; he reels them in like a machine.