The two men jumped in astonishment, and the excitement began. Harry yelled, “It’s Moby, I just know it’s him!”
He reeled in some line while walking backward to get the fish away from its safe hole. Then, he let the fish play while allowing some line to release, giving the fish a false sense of escape. Harry began reeling line in again, and was slowly making progress on getting the fish closer when old Moby jumped out of the water, looking like a trained fish at an aquarium.
Ben’s heart missed a few beats and the wild hunt for Moby Dick continued. The fish was as big as Harry had reported and it was a scene he would reminisce about until the end of his days.
They continued to follow the beast when Harry stumbled, and the rod started to fall out of his hands. Ben was one step away. Lunging forward, he grabbed it to take over the hunt until Harry could gain control of himself. Ben let a little line out and pushed himself through the fast moving water, heading downstream toward Moby. “Come on, Harry! Get over here and take the rod.” But Harry’s face was pale and a rage of fear had taken hold of his eyes.
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