Chris shimmied into his float tube, and kicked over to the other side of the reservoir to avoid the anglers on the bank.
“I don’t know, Erik. I’ve made three casts with no fish caught. This place is not living up to my expectations.” Chris yelled over to me with a smile, just as I kicked away from the bank.
I tied on a bugger with a small leech for a dropper, and I was getting no love. Chris had on an olive and orange bugger, and also was not catching anything. An hour or so had passed, meaning we were due for a fish.
The closer we got to the inlet, the shallower and clearer the reservoir got... but no fish.
“Boy!” Chris said, sounding excited, “It was sure worth the extra effort kicking over to the inlet.” I looked over to see Chris smiling at me, “And having friends who know everything about fly fishing really helps!”
“It’s a long walk back home, Chris.” I said laughing, before we started kicking back to the car.
“There’s one!” Chris yelled, sounding as shocked as I was to hear he actually had a fish on. Sure enough, Chris was fighting a fish, but he was too far away from me to get any kind of picture. I saw the flashes of chrome as Chris netted and released his fish, then got to the car where we packed up for the day.
“Well, at leased you saved the day.” I said, as we drove back to Boise.
“I had a friend who would exaggerate the truth every time we went fishing. Even to the point where, if he told the story, it would take me a second to realize he was talking about our last trip out.” Chris said.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Well, last time we fished he got skunked, and I caught one. When we got home, and his wife asked how many he caught, he said eight.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yeah, so when his wife asked me how many fish I caught, I said 32. My buddy looked at me funny, so I said, if you caught 8, then I caught 32”. Chris said, laughing.
We pulled up to Chris’s house, and his neighbor was out front.
“Hey, how was fishing?” The neighbor asked, as Chris carried his float tube into his yard.
“Well,” Chris said, looking at me, “Erik over there caught 8”.
“Oh, how about you?” He asked Chris.
“I caught 32.” Chris said without hesitation.
“WOW!” Chris’s neighbor said with wide eyes.
“Yeah.” Chris said back, looking at me with the type of smile only found in toothpaste ads.