06-19-2020, 05:33 PM
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— richard wouldn’t go out to say he was the best fisherman, nor was he the most avid of fishermen when it came down to it, though he figured it was something to pass the time. with the snow beginning to melt away and the lake finally thawing over, it seemed like it was as good a day as any to reel some fish in. standing at the edge of the lake with a cigarette between his lips, weight shifted on one leg, pole in hand; he felt peaceful.
fishing wasn’t the most entertaining pastime, neither was it the most rewarding at times, either. though, there were still things rich could enjoy about it. he found himself often wanting to spend time alone - not particularly avoiding people but not usually the first to strike up conversation either - and seeking solace by the lake was a good remedy. much as he hated to admit it, and as much as he knew his time at the lodge was only temporary, he was starting to feel at home.
something biting on the line made him perk up a bit, straightening and starting to slowly reel the line in. though, right when he was just about close to reeling it in, the line suddenly went slack. he lost the fish. puffing smoke out from his lips, he cursed around the cigarette, “damn.” he took the line out, baiting the hook again before throwing it back out into the water again. better luck next time.
— richard wouldn’t go out to say he was the best fisherman, nor was he the most avid of fishermen when it came down to it, though he figured it was something to pass the time. with the snow beginning to melt away and the lake finally thawing over, it seemed like it was as good a day as any to reel some fish in. standing at the edge of the lake with a cigarette between his lips, weight shifted on one leg, pole in hand; he felt peaceful.
fishing wasn’t the most entertaining pastime, neither was it the most rewarding at times, either. though, there were still things rich could enjoy about it. he found himself often wanting to spend time alone - not particularly avoiding people but not usually the first to strike up conversation either - and seeking solace by the lake was a good remedy. much as he hated to admit it, and as much as he knew his time at the lodge was only temporary, he was starting to feel at home.
something biting on the line made him perk up a bit, straightening and starting to slowly reel the line in. though, right when he was just about close to reeling it in, the line suddenly went slack. he lost the fish. puffing smoke out from his lips, he cursed around the cigarette, “damn.” he took the line out, baiting the hook again before throwing it back out into the water again. better luck next time.