“Thank you for not telling me it was on me,” she said. I knew better than to make that silly mistake.
“Well that’s why we de-barb the hooks” Terry said. As we chuckled we didn’t realize that Marcy had already reeled in her line and hung up her fly.
“I’m not going to fish because I don’t want to hook you with my fly.” She said. I smiled, “Trust me, that was my own fault.” Now it’s true, I would say that even if it wasn’t my fault, but it definitely was, and for good reason.
“The fish know when you are not looking.” Terry said after the third strike with no hookup. We finished the first float; both Terry and I brought in a few more fish, and Marcy was still left with skunk on her rod. It was her brand new five weight Helios, and she was determined to get a fish.
“Next float, I know I’ll get a fish. I can feel it.” she said. We put in again and I took the oars; Marcy was perched up front ready for her fish. Every cast I was watching her fly like a hawk, then it happened; a willing fish casually inhaled her entire fly.
“Marcy, a fish took your fly, set the hook!” Is what I was trying to say, what came out was “Fish haaaa!”
Marcy set the hook and her rod bent indicating a fish was indeed on, so I dropped the anchor. She fought the fish as best as she could, but it was a fighter; it jumped and ran down stream, pulling so hard that the tip of Marcy’s rod was almost touching the water. She pulled her tip up, and Terry was there right beside her, net in hand. It was taking too long I thought, we don’t want to loose this fish. The fish kicked hard and was running down stream.
“Terry, be ready with the net, I’m pulling up the anchor!” The boat drifted down as Marcy lifted her rod tip bringing the head of the fish above water. Terry scooped up the fish and we all shouted in celebration. With the skunk off her rod, and afraid to drop the fish, Marcy lifted her prize for a photo!
“Oh no!” Marcy yelled.
“It’s ok, I can still bring it in!” One last heave and Marcy netted my fish.