James and I went fishing again this afternoon. Clearly James is some kind of fish whisperer, as he pulled these three badboys from the river.
As James puts it:
It rained like hell and the river was alive with fish. Huge sections of the water churned as the fish spooked and scattered.
Truly, sections of the white water surged toward you like something out of a horror movie. Then the fish would dart past like black missiles.
I, being the fishing noob, didn’t fare as well. I did actually have a brief, splashing battle with a salmon, but he won hands (or fins, rather) down. So that would make my scoreline Salmon 1, Darren 0. Still, I count that as progress.
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Darren, you should use a fishing rod when you go up against a Salmon. You were never going to beat him in a fist fight. How are the bruises?
There were so many salmon in the water yesterday I was just going to resort to a big rock.
When he says, ‘a big rock’ he means it. He actually did mention using a big rock.