Rachel sighed. She jumped up from the couch and moved about her rented home. She had thrown on some sweatpants and a tee and an old sweater she'd found in the back of the closet. She knew it was what was called a fisherman's sweater with the wide knotted knitting in a deep gray.
"Of course, I forget a decent sweater to bring to the wilds of West Virginia. Of course, this is all that's in the closet."
She stared at the book Kevin had left her and sighed. She'd only managed to get through a couple of pages. She gritted her teeth began to read out loud. It reminded her of memorizing lines for a scene or play or running lines with fellow actors.
"The art of tricking a trout or a salmon. That is the art of fly fishing in a nutshell."
She kept reading, this time to herself. The paragraphs were short with illustrations of fish and fishermen in black and white.
Using small artificial flies, they are tied in an artistic way, using anything from a feather to a fur. Flies are cast. They are cast with a fly rod and reel. The line is weighted in a special way. The flies are made to look natural and like real live insects or critters or eggs. You want to convince the fish that the fly is alive and real and very edible and tasty. You fasten the it around the hook, throw it, the fish are attracted to it in a mad sort of way from the color, the fish comes straight at it, opens its jaws, and is caught by the hook and then captive.
Some of the fish you can expect to catch with fly fishing are Brook Trout, Rainbow Trout, and Brown Trout. Each has different habits. Each has different tastes. To catch one, you need to have a good idea of where to fish for one.
Rachel sighed and giggled. She muttered, "Who wrote this book?" She slammed it down and checked the time. She retreated to the kitchen.
Everything in it seemed to be a deep shade of yellow. Soon she was frying up a veggie burger, putting together a salad, and nuking some corn on the cob.
It was long after she'd eaten dinner, re-read her lines for the scene shooting at the start of the week, and gotten ready for bed when he called. She almost didn't answer.
"How's 5am? Did you get the gear I gave you the list for? Bring something warm. I'm providing lunch. Meet me at my shop in the morning."
He hung up before she could really answer. She realized then, she knew nothing about him, this Kevin, only that he was a fly fishing guide and supposedly one of the best.
YOU ARE READING
The Fish Within
RomanceRachel, newly minted Hollywood starlet, has just been sent to the middle of nowhere West Virginia to film a movie. The town is in a Quiet Zone so there's no cell service only WiFi. She's single and by herself on set. What's a girl to do with noth...
