the fisherman stalked the river bank

carrying his fly fishing gear 

it was a late summer afternoon

blue skies with fluffy clouds rolling along

he saw a trout rise the far bank

he stealthily stepped into the water

two false fast casts soon followed

his fly landed a few feet upstream of the rising trout

the fly drifted downstream with the current

he mended the bow in the line

his heart was racing

the trout did not rise to his imitation fly

Another perfect cast upstream of the fish

his heart raced faster

waiting for the fish to attack the fly

the fish did not react

time to change tactics he decided

reaching into his box of imitation flies

he observed the natural flies hatching on the water

and picked out the closest imitation

two false casts and a perfect presentation

he was sure the trout would attack this fly

his heart was beating faster than ever as the fly drifted to the spot

a big splash erupted and he pulled the line tight

the fish was on the hook and running

he held the bent rod up high to keep tension in the line 

the fish swam downstream but was well hooked

he knew this was big enough to serve for dinner

after twenty minutes the trout began to tire

he gently lifted the big fish from the water

they looked at each other knowingly for a brief moment

then the fishermen carefully released him back into the river