In the following, you will find the excerpts from "Elizabeth Bishop's" The fish in that very situation:
"I caught a tremendous fish, and held him beside the boat, half out of water, with my hook, fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper,"