On The Fly.....

He was accompanied by a crisp morning, but was warmed by beams of light as the sun reached for the top of the sky. The branches of newly grown sagebrush crunched beneath his boots as he walked toward the ever so calming sound of a river with small, crashing waves. The sound neared and the smell of freshly dampened dirt filled the air, sending a rush of excitement through his body. The flexing pole within his hand waved up and down with every step he took. His pack and fly box were cinched against his chest and his net swayed from side to side on his back. Anticipation in full swing, he took bigger steps to see what was now faster approaching; a perfect spot for some fly fishing.
Now in sight, the river sparkled with shimmering lights as the waves flowed downstream. He sat down on a nearby rock to reach in the small pack that sat tightly on his chest. As important as a pot of gold, he pulled out the box that encapsulated the many mimicked flies. Glancing over the shiny beads with tightly tied threads and feathers, he found his favorite of the day. The ear hair nymph he pulled from the spongy material had a golden head followed by the messy, nest like, intertwining of hairs that soon escaped out the back end, making a crisp tail. He would soon pull in a flashy rainbow trout.
Two loops and a pull clenched the fly to the end of his tipet; perfecting the double surgeon's knot. The fly gracefully swung out as he dropped it from his hand. Nearing the edges of the slow flowing river, he cast out the line starting to lightly touch the surfaces of the continually crashing waves. As the length of his line was soon reaching across the river, he set up a perfect cast, followed by a small flipping of his wrist to make a bow in the line; it was a flawless set up to make the first catch of the day.
As the line faded down the river, he felt two sharp tugs that sent him into immediate action. A tease, It was just a tease; there was a bite but no fish. Although slightly disappointed he didn't land one on the first cast, he knew there were fish looking for something to eat. In a repeated motion, he cast his line again into the river and set it up so the fly was natural in its movements. “Zzzzzzzzpp!” the line screamed for attention. This was more than just a bite, this was a fish on the run. Determined to keep the fish on, he walked the line down the river to let the fish get a little worn out and let the hook set deeper in his mouth. As the fish slowed down Marcus began to strip the line, where he would again zip away from the tension of the line. He placed his hand beneath the reel to add pressure to the weight of the line. Beginning to wear out, he started to strip the line again. The splashing creeped closer and closer as he stripped more line from the fighter. As his shimmering body became more prominent, Marcus grabbed the net to finish the landing of a beautiful rainbow trout
He pulled the hook that was embedded in the side of his mouth and took a better look. Continuing to put up a small fight, he flopped around in the rubbery net. Marcus pulled the big guy from the net to admire his weight and length. After snapping a quick picture of the red striped, spotted beauty, he gently set him into the water. He was revived and swam off with a fast squirming motion. One fish down and many more to go; he cast another line into the river to continue his fishing adventures of the day.