Post by fryman on Nov 16, 2006 9:29:22 GMT -8
Sitting crossed legged at a sort of open peer on a local lake for fishing a lone figure wearing black jeans, white tee-shirt, orange jacket, and a black bandanna over his head could be seen fishing.
He had a basic fishing rod and was going through a regular routine when fishing. He had a live worm on a hook and would cast it out into the water and slowly reel it back in slowly giving it a nudge every once in awhile to get a fish attracted to it. To the person’s right was a tackle box with a knife use for cutting the string, weights, different lures, and many other things that might be of use. Most of the things go unused because the current person fishing likes to use live bait instead of fake, and had a container of words next to his tackle box. To his left was another spare fishing rood that looked ready to be used at anytime should the current one break or what ever.
Whenever the person would catch a fish he would reel is catch in and grab it with his left hand firmly (which was cover with an old grey glove), and with his right (ungloved) he would pull the hook out of its mouth and toss the fish back in the water. Then when that was done he would cut a worm into pieces and attach it to the hook.
Throwing a fish back into the river Cliff looked over to his right and saw that the sun was getting ready to set so he knew he would have a few more hours to fish before he has to leave. Turning his head to the lake Cliff cast again and began the task of fishing again with a sort of calm and yet pleasurable expression on his face.
He had a basic fishing rod and was going through a regular routine when fishing. He had a live worm on a hook and would cast it out into the water and slowly reel it back in slowly giving it a nudge every once in awhile to get a fish attracted to it. To the person’s right was a tackle box with a knife use for cutting the string, weights, different lures, and many other things that might be of use. Most of the things go unused because the current person fishing likes to use live bait instead of fake, and had a container of words next to his tackle box. To his left was another spare fishing rood that looked ready to be used at anytime should the current one break or what ever.
Whenever the person would catch a fish he would reel is catch in and grab it with his left hand firmly (which was cover with an old grey glove), and with his right (ungloved) he would pull the hook out of its mouth and toss the fish back in the water. Then when that was done he would cut a worm into pieces and attach it to the hook.
Throwing a fish back into the river Cliff looked over to his right and saw that the sun was getting ready to set so he knew he would have a few more hours to fish before he has to leave. Turning his head to the lake Cliff cast again and began the task of fishing again with a sort of calm and yet pleasurable expression on his face.