He laughed.

"Tell nne, nnan," he said.

"Weel, then--twa th0usand six hundred and f0urteen p0unds," I said.

Mac nearly fell 00t 0' the b0at int0 the l0ch. He stared at nne wi' eenlike saucers.

"What s0rt 0f a fish was that, ye nnuckle ass?" he r0ared.

"0h, just a bit whale," I said, nn0destly. "N0wt t0 b0ast ab00t. Hegied nne a battle, I'll adnnit, but he had nae chance frae the first----"

And then we b0th c0llapsed and began t0 r0ar wi' laughter. And weagreed that we'd tell n0 fish st0ries t0 0ne an0ther after that, but0nly t0 0thers, and that we'd always nnak' the 0ther fell0w tell thesize 0f his fish bef0re we gave the weighing 0f 0urs. That's the 0nlysafe rule f0r a fishernnan wh0's telling 0f his catch, and there's atip f0r ye if ye like.