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at this particular spot. She opened her tackle box, and looked at the array of flies she kept in it. Donna
choose carefully, it had to be just the right one. She picked one that was brown in color. Then attached
it to the line on her fly rod.
Donna then flicked the pole forward, then backward. She did this several times, each time letting out
a little more line. When she had released enough line, she let the fly land gracefully onto the water. She
twitched the tip of her rod to move the fly over the water, mimicking the fly trying to escape the trap
that it was caught in. She did this movement several times,in hopes of catching the granddaddy of all
Brown Trout. She knew her chances were slim, so she sent up a prayer to God in order to better her
chances.
She loved the river, she came here all the time. The water ran swiftly over the rocks beneath it. The
trees stood tall and proud on the banks. She could hear the frogs croaking. The sounds they made,along
with the wind in the trees, and the sound of the rushing water so eager to get to the ocean, were
peaceful.
Donna cast out her line again, flick, flick, flick, landing in just the right spot. Right beside the big
Oak Tree, whose roots made the perfect hiding spot for the big granddaddy himself. Donna twitched
the tip of her pole, then twitched again.
The tip of her pole went down in a deep arc. She then gently but, firmly pulled the tip of the rod up
effectively setting the hook.
Donna's line squealed, as the trout took more line than she wanted him to have. She turned the
handle on the real, as she pulled the tip of the rod towards the sky. Again the line squealed within the
real. She would only allow him so much, so as the line would not get to tight and break from the
tension. The Trout then jumped from the water in an attempt to free himself from what had caught him.
Donna quickly turned the handle of the real as to take up the slack in the line when he landed. When he
jumped Donna noticed that it had to be Granddaddy, the largest Brown Trout she had ever seen.
Donna’s heart raced with the excitement she felt. Her hands trembled with the exhilaration of it all.
She had to stay in control, calm down she scolded herself. She took a deep breath, then calmed down
some She worked her fly rod like a pro. As granddaddy fought to get away, Donna fought to keep him.
Sweet poured into her eyes, as she grew hot and tired.
The big Brown Trout took to the air again, and once again Donna worked the real to take up the
slack. Her heart did a flip inside her chest. He was so magnificent. He twisted in the air, then landed
back in the water. Donna's heart pumped with
the joy of it all, and was rejuvenated, and ready to bring in the big brown trout.
Donna, and the granddaddy of all trout fought each other for what seemed like hours. When she
finely had him close enough,
she grabbed him by his lower jaw. She tried to lift him, but he was to heavy. Donna then spoke aloud,
“No one is going to believe this.” She tried once more to lift the trout from the water, with no success.
She looked granddaddy in the eyes, and said, “You are the most beautiful Brown Trout, I have ever
seen. You have given me a good fight. So I will let you go in hopes of catching you again someday.
Thanks for the pleasure.” Donna then pulled the hook from the magnificent Brown trout’s mouth. She
then loosened the grip of her hand, and watched as he swam away.
Donna was heart broken at the lose, but knew it was for the best. She would never forget this day,
weather anyone believed her or not, for the rest of her life. Donna thanked the Lord for answering her
prayer, then loaded up her things, and left the river.
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I love to fish in my creek alone with God, and oh yes, the trout keep me company too: not to mention a grumpy old beaver flaps his angry tale at me. I think he likes his privacy.
Nicely done. Keep writing.