One last cast he thought.The fish stripped line off his reel, running down stream and he could tell it was a monster, he was using his hand on the ree... to try to control the fist but it continued to take line. The backing was in sight before he was able to turn the fish and start retrieving line.When he was finally able to get the fish to the bank he couldn’t believe its size. He knew the Georgia state record for brook trout was 5 pounds ten ounces; his had to be over five pounds. This big. The only thing they hope to do is to be done with the action until Puji’s husband returns with the baby.’Visualizing all this standing in a long traffic signal I thought. “As much as I would love to be an observer to these events, I don’t think this might happen.”I was correct, since after next few turns, the auto-rickshaw stopped at a place far from home. It was a cheap hotel, ‘Suhaagraat’. The name itself makes it very clear, what kind of people might be renting rooms at a hotel like. I sat, feeling awkward, and gulped down the remainderof my drink. Mark said he wouldn't mind having something from the barhimself. He pointed out that our server was currently on her kneesunder a neighboring table, providing a different sort of service. Thesight of it made me sick. I dimly heard Adele's friend-of-a-friendsuggesting that I go to the bar and get us some refreshments. He toldme what to order for everybody and that if I pointed to our table andmentioned his name, the drinks. "Let's look at the rifles first," Mort said. He pulled out three different rifles. The first was a typical woodsman's rifle. It was a .45 caliber and had a walnut stock with iron butt plate. It was a serviceable weapon and was very popular with trappers.The second rifle he pulled out was shorter and heavier. It was a .56 caliber and would have been excellent for buffalo. The third one caught Tina's eye. A .40 caliber Pennsylvania Rifle, it had a curly maple stock with an inlaid silver patchbox.