“O man… Terry, did you see that?”
“Yeah, I saw it.” he said, “Why aren’t you hooking them?” Laughter filled the boat as I casted yet again. Another take! What felt like forever waiting to set the hook, I fell back to an old saying, 'God bless America'. Saying this after a fish eats your fly gives time for the fish to securely take the fly in its mouth. I set the hook, and the fight was on! I got one good strip of the line in before my fly came hurling towards me. Without missing a second Terry chimed in, “strike three your out!”
“Is that strike three?” I asked.
“Nope, that was a refusal… I refused to let him eat it. Trust me, that fish was just as disappointed as me.” Once more laughter filled the boat, and I was still behind the oars.
“I keep getting refused, Terry!”
Terry was kicked back in the boat and replied, ”It’s kind of like being married, isn’t it?”
“YEAAA! Terry! Terry, I got it!” Deep throated laughter boomed the river as the fish leapt again and again; a predatory smile covered my face as Terry netted the fish. After almost an hour of intense fishing, I was ready for my hero shot with the fish. The battle was over, and I had won! Or so I thought. Terry was ready with the camera as I picked up the fish, just then the fish kicked hard causing me to loose grip, and leaving me with this less than desirable picture.
“OH NO! NO! The water was very shallow, and the fish swam to shore almost beaching itself! My hands went around the fish to grab it, “Ahh, Help! NO!” The fish would have none of it as it slipped away impossibly fast, leaving behind blank river bottom with a single streak of mud where it had escaped.