“Ahhhhhh, that was nice.” Travis said, sounding relieved after all his water was gone.
“You almost hit me with spit-water.” I said.
“I know.” Travis said without a care in the world, and started packing up to take off. It wasn’t long after Travis was gone before Chris and I went back to fishing.
For a long while neither of us said a word to each other. I was behind the sticks while Chris accurately hit every pocket that looked like the home of a bass. Without Travis there to comment on every cast, stuck fly, or reminding us how good of a job he was doing at rowing, the only sound we heard came from the birds and the pops of Chris’s popper.
“It’s nice to have some quiet.” Chris said, breaking the silence.
“I didn’t even know there were birds chirping out here.” I replied with a chuckle.
“He tried to spit water on me before he left.” I told Chris.
“Seriously?” Chris said, sounding shocked.
“Yep, after he was done drinking his water.” I said.
“He’s a funny guy.” Chris said, and he was right; Travis is like having Thing 1 and Thing 2 rolled up into one big Thing.
Fishing had slowed down significantly, but Chris was able to find a bass tucked in a narrow cove. His precision casting had finally payed off after firing a cast in a narrow opening where a bass lived. We both saw it before it happened: the fast approach of the bass and the explosion as it ate Chris’s popper.
Everything on the lake became very still, and we had noticed the birds stopped chirping. I looked behind us and saw that there was a storm headed our way, and no sooner did I look when the wind started to pick up.
As soon as the raft was packed up and the gear put away, the rain started. Large rain drops plummeted down, but we were safely driving back in the shelter of Chris’s S.U.V. We had stopped at a stoplight for just a second, and when the light turned green Chris hadn’t started going. I looked over at him to see that his eyes were closed... is he asleep?
“Chris?” I said.
“Yep!” He said, coming to as if he had been awake the whole time, and stepping on the gas.
“Were you sleeping just now?” I asked curiously.
“I didn’t get to sleep until 5am this morning, so I've got to get my naps in when I can.” Chris said, making a joke out of the situation. I laughed at it, but was happy when he dropped me off at my car for the rest of the drive home. It was still a long drive back to Boise, and Chris seemed tired enough to nap on one of the long, straight stretches back home. Instead he napped in the parking lot where I had left him, and I drove home in the rain. I looked over to the passenger seat where I had my new 7wt. fly rod buckled in.
“Safety first!” I said to it, and knew it wouldn’t be long before I had it back out fishing again.