The Love of Fishing

21 Jun The Love of Fishing

I was having a good day. Anytime you catch two 15-inch rainbow trout in an afternoon means it was a good day. I’d left work early on this Friday and went fishing. The green drake hatch was at its pinnacle and fish were biting everywhere. The water rippled left and right, peaking my interest.

But it was what stood to my left that really peaked my interest. When you’re fishing, it’s rare that you catch a beautiful woman downstream from you. And holy cow was she beautiful. She was just so natural too, you know? She wore a hat that helped hold up her shoulder-length brown hair. She wore a tank top under her fishing vest and her shoulders glowed in the sun. She had a perfect cast too. What? Sorry that I appreciate a smooth casting motion.

I had to get a better look. I slowly worked my way downstream, fishing all the way. In fact, I think I had a bite but I was staring the other way at her and lost the fish. Where was this girl my whole life? I’d been fishing these waters since I was 5 years old. As I approached her, I finally caught her gaze. I must look so stupid, I thought. My hat sat crooked on my messy hair and I guarantee I smelled like fish. Hopefully she was different than most girls, hopefully she liked that.

As I took another step downstream, I stepped on an extra slippery rock and took a dive into the ice-cold water. I came up soaking wet. I looked around, desperately hoping she didn’t see me. But when I turned her way, she was staring at me with the toothiest smile I’d ever seen. I’d never seen someone look so good while wearing fishing waders. I can’t believe she saw that.

“At least somebody enjoyed that,” I called out to her.

She giggled at that. Her laugh and smile intoxicated me. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. I walked down right next to her and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Chris,” I said shyly.

“Lana,” she replied with a handshake.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe someone this cute liked to fly fish. Lucky for me, she wasn’t as tongue-tied.

“You having any luck?” she asked.

“A couple rainbows. Could be worse,” I responded.

“I hear that, I’m having no luck,” said Lana.

“Here, put this little guy on your line,” I said, handing her a little nymph-stage green drake patterned fly. “I’ve had good luck with that.”

She smiled back at me and took the fly. I hiked up the river a few steps and fished with Lana for the rest of the afternoon. I must’ve lost twenty fish that evening because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. We laughed and enjoyed the feeling of the open river around us. After I gave her my little green drake, she caught a brook trout, a brown trout, and two rainbow trout in the next hour. As she was raking in the fish, I kept my eyes on her face. From that first day, I loved to make her smile.

The sun had already gone down and the light started to fade away. This was my last chance; I had to see her again. I had slowly moved further up the river from her and had to hustle to get back to her.

I reached her in the twilight and immediately asked her, “Can we do this again sometime?”

“You’ll have to find me on the river,” she replied coyly.

She turned and walked to the shore. I watched her walk through the thicket and out of my sight. I can’t believe she just left like that. I hopped out of the river as quickly as possible and tried to follow her. As I broke through the thicket, I came upon an empty parking lot. She was gone. How did I lose her? I couldn’t believe I’d let her get away like that. I needed to see her again, and I vowed that when I did, I would not let her get away.

So of course I kept fishing. Any free time I found, I continued to fish every river in the area. Day after day I went fishing, searching for Lana, but to no avail. Slowly the days turned to months and I just continued to fish for my love of fishing. But I always kept an eye open for Lana, hoping that I would see her come around the bend.

I had almost forgotten about her when I went fishing one warm fall morning. I had caught nothing all day and was beginning to get frustrated. I was about to give up for the day. But then I looked upstream and I saw her. It was a fair distance and at first I was not sure I’d actually seen her. I immediately pulled in my line and started to make my way upstream. I broke into as much of a sprint as you possibly can while wading through a river. I finally reached her and started speaking before I had caught my breath.

“Please. Go out. With me,” I asked through short breath. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

She smiled that wonderful smile and responded, “OK.”

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