“It’s about time, Brother!” Feef said with excitement, as he stripped out line to make a cast.
“Come on fish...” Feef said out loud, as he focused on his fly. I kept an easy cast-able distance from the weeds so I wouldn’t spook any nearby fish.
“We are lucky to not have any wind out here. Usually it picks up to the point where we wouldn’t be able to fish.” I said, as Feef focused on fishing.
“That’s nice, but where are the fish?” Feef said, annoyed that he was able to hook into two fish while filming but nothing now.
“I don’t know, Brother... you're hitting all the right spots.” I reassured.
A bass slapped the surface of the water and Feef turned on a dime to shoot his fly over to it.
“There you are.” He said, seeing the ripples in the water, and letting his fly soar.
“That was a terrible cast, Brother.” I said, “Why didn’t you just cast over there...” I said, pointing in the opposite direction from where his fly landed, “...that would have been closer.”
“God! I don’t fish everyday like you do!” Feef snapped, obviously annoyed he wasn’t getting any fish.
“Don’t get mad, Brother... Maybe there is a bluegill nearby that you can catch.” I said, laughing.
“Shut up.” He said, keeping his eyes on the water.
All of his annoyance was making me laugh, which in turn made him laugh.
“I really wish you would catch a fish.” I said, as we both started laughing again.
“A bass!” Feef yelled, and we both were looking into the water. Feef pitched his fly in front of the bass, and gave his fly a tug to bring it to life. The action intrigued the bass, and it took his fly.
“Got it!” Feef yelled, then his fly line went slack.
“GOD DAMN IT!” He yelled after the fish spit the hook. His words echoed across the still night, which made it hard for me not to laugh.
“It was right there, and I didn't get it.” Feef said, reliving the moment. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and the frustration that covered his face. The boat was now shaking like a poorly stuffed washing machine on spin cycle, as I laughed in silence. Feef started laughing as well after seeing the humor in misery.
“It’s getting late; we need to head in.” I said, catching my breath.
“I’ll keep fishing.” Feef said.
“If that’s what you want to call it?” I said, laughing a little more.
Feef was gunning his casts out fast, and in the process performed a poorly timed cast that caused his leader and fly to get all tangled up.
“Just keep casting, that will get it out.” I said, after seeing Feef didn’t want to deal with a knot right now.
“Figures this would happen.” Feef said, finally stopping to deal with his knot.
We had reached the boat ramp, and Feef had just managed to untangle his leader. I stopped the raft from getting too close to the bank, to let Feef cast a few more times before heading in.
“Well, that sucked.” Feef said, after we tied up the raft to head out.
“Well, why don’t we plan to hit a high mountain lake while you are in town? That should fish better.” I said.
“Yeah, that would be cool.”
“Okay then, let’s do it.” I said, getting his spirits up for a better fishing experience.