The smooth pulse of the current against the line was distinctly interrupted with a taut mass as the moon swapped for the sun. Line swept away at an alarming rate then stopped. A thick body emerged from the unassuming surface, twice. Twice again. An abrupt change of direction. Twice. Twice again leaping. A swapping of control. Finally a mutual understanding maybe? A non terminal meeting of hand and fin at least. Thank you. What seas have you swum and where are you swimming to? Silence. Splash. Sayonara, Steelhead-san. The river and its denizens always beckon as I pretend to know my affliction; a silly game of a certain flavor. Maybe.
