The trees were thick where they parked but after a short walk, the river opened up, inviting the fishermen to take her on.
Harry watched as Ben stared intensely at the water, his rod in hand but not yet fishing. He was in a crouched position while slowly wading near the edge of the river, stopping every few steps to stare some more. Suddenly, he smiled and motioned for Harry to join him.
He whispered in Harry’s ear and then pointed across the river to a dark hole. “I saw something big over there, Harry. I’ve got a net with me so you take him on, I’ll stay behind you.”
Harry looked at Ben with surprise, but began casting his line before making a lovely presentation on the water, and the fly slowly sank into the hole. He made some quick motions with his rod, twitching the line to make it appear as though the fly was swimming. When the insect made its way out of the hole, he drew his rod up to fling a few casts before landing it again. Harry went through the routine a few more times when the tip of his rod jerked and bent over from the weight of something big down below.
The two men jumped in astonishment, and the excitement began. Harry yelled, “It’s Moby, I just know it’s him!”
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