Finally, Phil's slinky sprang to life, and he set the hook! As his fly rod shot up, a large stick shot towards him.
"Another damn stick!" Phil yelled, not happy about his catch.
"The next guy that fishes here will thank us, because we are cleaning out the river for him." Pete said, and he was right. This had to have been Phil's tenth stick, and Pete and I were easily catching up. Still, the three of us together can make light of anything, and Phil was happy to hold up what he called 'the biggest stick of the day'.
"I just want to catch a fish so that I can brag to my friends in Canada that I caught a fish in January." Phil said, as he released his stick.
The day was fading fast and the temperature was right alongside. It was nearly time for me to get going when I heard yelling from upstream,"Got one!"
It was Phil, and sure enough this time it wasn't a stick!
Phil dipped his fish back into the water, and it slipped from his fingers to return home.
"Sweet, Man!" Pete said to Phil, as he stood up.
"I can say I caught a fish in January!" Phil said happily, before we all made our way off the river to end the first day on the water for 2015.