It had been one hell of a fight to get this fat mama out of the weeds, especially on a 6wt. It had taken the best part of the day, and now, as it grew dark, a cold shower of melted snow started to lash bystanders’ faces on the dock. Jack, about to get back home after an intense day of leviathan fishing, shook hands with Cpt. O’Connelly, the one man whose help he really valued when the going was getting rough.
It was time for a Macallan. Double, straight.