After nearly an hour of idling, a little bit of running, and fortunately no swimming or pushing, we made it out of Rancocas. We had heard that Chris Lane had a big bag in Trenton, so we started heading that way. Halfway up to Trenton we saw Chris running the other way. He spun around and stopped to show us his fish. We had heard he had 13 pounds so we asked him if that was accurate. He jabbed his thumb upward as if to indicate more. I asked how much more; he just grinned, cranked up the outboard and took off down river again.