Dusty was already pretty aware of Caelan's lean musculature after their dalliance in the back of his truck. While he didn't need another comparison, he wouldn't mind one. He let Caelan struggle, not stepping in to help him through mistakes, simply acting as an anchor. If he lost this fish, it would leave a lasting impression and he would do better next time. If he didn't, he would have a story to tell. The young man's skin beaded with sweat in his struggle, but he kept the fish on. They caught a glimpse of it when it broke the surface, and Dusty hollered a noise of excitement. He tucked two fingers into the belt loop of Caelan's pants and was going to reach for the net when the young man swung it over the low side of the boat.<br/><br/>"Large mouth bass," Dusty answered. "Ayeeee. Big one too." He let go of Caelan and picked the fish up from the lip to feel the weight. Over ten pounds, and a much more substantial catch than the bony cat he had thrown over. The bayou was reclaiming itself without the presence of commercial fishing and it seemed the bass population was no different. He clapped Caelan on the shoulder roughly, grinning, as he held the catch out to him. It flopped once before going still again, it's gills flaring. He pointed to a rusted tackle box for Caelan to find plyers to remove his hook.<br/><br/>"You'll want to keep dat hook," Dusty told him. "It done you good. You can put it with da otha. I teach you how to filet dem later." A little added lean protein would do the young man some good. A man couldn't sustain himself on fruit and veg alone, or at least Dusty didn't think they could.