Old Jake chatting to Frikky by the campfire. "Hey frikky I caught a bream and it was this big". To which he showed the distance between his thumb and tip of forefinger extended, about four inch distant.
Frikky laughed but then Jake said. "Between the eyes".
"Well." Frikky said. "I went night fishing with my gas lamp and it fell into the water to the bottom of the river, about six foot deep, the light kept on shining, the flame kept alight". Jake nodded slowly, then Frikky said "I looked for that fish of yours for hours, never saw it."