Fish story from my pastor

My church would buy supplies from me at my store on Main Street, Longmont, Colorado. One day the pastor came in to just chat. That chat turned into a weekly visit by him and I began to understand him better. He as born missing an arm and had a beautiful sense of humor and a kind demeanor, that made one feel quite at home with him.

One fall day he rushed in and told me about his fishing day off and asked if I would like to hear about the whopper that got away. I replied that I would. He held up his only arm and exclaimed, "It was this long" and departed.