The summer can be the perfect time to get away, to unwind while kicking your feet into the cool water while the hot sun is beaming down on you. But what if the bright summer sky was hiding behind it something even darker?
I had been waiting for today all week. They'd finally opened the stream up for fishing. I was a little upset at the fact they'd decided to raise prices, but I didn't care, it was a nice day outside and I wasn't about to waste it sitting inside when I could be fishing.
With my tacklebox in hand and my fishing pole in the other, I made my way to my truck. I threw everything in the back seat. I was about to head to the driver's seat but hesitated when I thought about bringing my cooler. I had one in the back ready for fish, as well as housing some canisters of worms. But what if I brought one along for some drinks?
After a few moments I decided it might not be the greatest idea. It would be too much to carry and I didn't trust anyone that'd be out there fishing next to me if I needed to make a second trip. So I climbed into into my dark green pickup truck and headed out, onto the road and down to the creek.
Upon arrival, I looked around the gravel parking lot and didn't see but two other vehicles besides mine. I was surprised there weren't more people there. Perhaps they'd all decided swimming, or going out on a boat to fish, would be more exciting than sitting with your fishing pole and catching fish. I didn't blame them though, if I had a boat I'd absolutely take it out and fish on it. There's more privacy in that.
After paying the toll to get in, I grabbed everything I needed from the back seat and headed down the short gravel trail toward the creek.
When I arrived I saw one other man sitting down by some rocks near the shore. He took a sip of his beer as he held onto the pole with his other hand. He looked up at me and waved with the hand that had a beer in it. I waved back, nodding my head slightly. After that awkward exchange, I continued my way down the dirt trail until I came across the perfect spot to sit and cast out.
I sat on a boulder that stood where the the water trails in from the side and turns to be straight from where I'm sitting. I knew it'd be the perfect place, it's where the fish would swim in from. I felt like a jerk for sitting here, but if I'm going to be honest, I don't care. I just want a fish or two to take home and fry up. I can't remember the last time I had any good trout.
As I waded my feet in the cool water, I was thankful I'd found a spot that had trees overlooking the water. Sure it was a nightmare to cast out, but it blocked out the sun, which was currently directly in front of me. I'd rather not be blinded by it when I'm trying to enjoy myself.
I cast my line out after a few failed attempts to catch anything. I made the mistake of casting it out too far, I couldn't see where it had gone.
I tried pulling the line back in but it felt like it was caught on something. Damn it! I cursed to myself. How could I have been dumb enough to get my hook stuck? I guess it was inevitable with all these trees. Why do they even have this many trees around this fishing place anyway?
I tugged on the line in hopes of seeing the tree it was stuck on. It wasn't budging. I pulled harder but the results were the same. None of the trees I could make out were moving even slightly as I pulled.
Sighing, I decided to give it one more hard tug before cutting the line and grabbing another hook. I pulled as hard as I could, almost fearing I might break the fishing pole. Suddenly, it snapped back. Whatever it was caught on, it was free now. That or the line broke. Either way I was reeling it in as fast as I could. No matter what I knew I'd have to replace the hook on the line.
As I started pulling it in I noticed a pink cloth was attached to the hook. As it came closer, I stared in horror as I realized what it was. It was a person's skin.
I had been waiting for today all week. They'd finally opened the stream up for fishing. I was a little upset at the fact they'd decided to raise prices, but I didn't care, it was a nice day outside and I wasn't about to waste it sitting inside when I could be fishing.
With my tacklebox in hand and my fishing pole in the other, I made my way to my truck. I threw everything in the back seat. I was about to head to the driver's seat but hesitated when I thought about bringing my cooler. I had one in the back ready for fish, as well as housing some canisters of worms. But what if I brought one along for some drinks?
After a few moments I decided it might not be the greatest idea. It would be too much to carry and I didn't trust anyone that'd be out there fishing next to me if I needed to make a second trip. So I climbed into into my dark green pickup truck and headed out, onto the road and down to the creek.
Upon arrival, I looked around the gravel parking lot and didn't see but two other vehicles besides mine. I was surprised there weren't more people there. Perhaps they'd all decided swimming, or going out on a boat to fish, would be more exciting than sitting with your fishing pole and catching fish. I didn't blame them though, if I had a boat I'd absolutely take it out and fish on it. There's more privacy in that.
After paying the toll to get in, I grabbed everything I needed from the back seat and headed down the short gravel trail toward the creek.
When I arrived I saw one other man sitting down by some rocks near the shore. He took a sip of his beer as he held onto the pole with his other hand. He looked up at me and waved with the hand that had a beer in it. I waved back, nodding my head slightly. After that awkward exchange, I continued my way down the dirt trail until I came across the perfect spot to sit and cast out.
I sat on a boulder that stood where the the water trails in from the side and turns to be straight from where I'm sitting. I knew it'd be the perfect place, it's where the fish would swim in from. I felt like a jerk for sitting here, but if I'm going to be honest, I don't care. I just want a fish or two to take home and fry up. I can't remember the last time I had any good trout.
As I waded my feet in the cool water, I was thankful I'd found a spot that had trees overlooking the water. Sure it was a nightmare to cast out, but it blocked out the sun, which was currently directly in front of me. I'd rather not be blinded by it when I'm trying to enjoy myself.
I cast my line out after a few failed attempts to catch anything. I made the mistake of casting it out too far, I couldn't see where it had gone.
I tried pulling the line back in but it felt like it was caught on something. Damn it! I cursed to myself. How could I have been dumb enough to get my hook stuck? I guess it was inevitable with all these trees. Why do they even have this many trees around this fishing place anyway?
I tugged on the line in hopes of seeing the tree it was stuck on. It wasn't budging. I pulled harder but the results were the same. None of the trees I could make out were moving even slightly as I pulled.
Sighing, I decided to give it one more hard tug before cutting the line and grabbing another hook. I pulled as hard as I could, almost fearing I might break the fishing pole. Suddenly, it snapped back. Whatever it was caught on, it was free now. That or the line broke. Either way I was reeling it in as fast as I could. No matter what I knew I'd have to replace the hook on the line.
As I started pulling it in I noticed a pink cloth was attached to the hook. As it came closer, I stared in horror as I realized what it was. It was a person's skin.
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