For Old Time's Sake [open]
Jun 12, 2010 17:30:03 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jun 12, 2010 17:30:03 GMT -5
Ol' Sawyer
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The morning was always the best time to fish, in Sawyer's opinion. Holding his favorite old fishing rod in one hand and his cane in the other, the elderly man hobbled down the dirt path to a commonly used lake. He found his usual spot on the shore, plopping down on a stump and leaning his wooden cane against it. Taking the rod, he took a small container filled with worms he had collected, opening it and taking one out, putting it onto the hook to his line. Closing the container, he set it beside himself on the stump, settling down. Peering with his old eyes out into the mist hovering above the lake, he could see a few ripples here and there from surfacing fish, so he cast his line in the general direction, patiently waiting for a nibble as he slowly reeled it back in, tossing the line back out whenever he ran out of line.
"Top o' the mornin', eh, now, fishehs?"
He muttered in his gravelly voice, emitting a hoarse chuckle. Suddenly feeling a tug at the other end, he quickly began reeling it back, pulling the pole up at times, then reeling, then pulling up, and then reeling again. After about a minute, Sawyer pulled up his line, finding a decently sized catfish thrashing around.
"You sure is a beaut,"
He said, smiling as he reached out and unhooked the fish, though he held it with its jaw. Getting a chain with a number of hooks, he then hooked the fish to that and put the chain on a stake he had put into the ground while the fish was able to stay in the water. Putting another worm on the end of his line, he cast it back out into the lake, humming to himself.