Leaning back holding himself up from the ground, castes a line out into a river from a fishing pole. The pole was sturdy enough made out of different tree types. The maple made the handle, as oak would firmly connect into the maple narrowing into some cedar making the tip of the pole. The shade from the tree behind him, felt nice in the heat that was coming from the ground beneath. His nose twitched back and forth resisting an itch that came upon it. His pants having holes in the knees, and another one on the side of his right leg. Allowed a gentle breeze to touch his skin the breeze felt great against his skin on a day like today. His fishing pole held firmly in the grasp of his hands as his eyes were closed. He could have more of a sensible feeling through the pole telling the difference between a fish and the current under the waters surface. The blades of grass that he felt touching the heel of his feet felt like a soft touch of a cool finger.
His shoes were back at the tent which he made his home, out in the woods he lived sharing what he could with what or whoever came across his own little haven. The nights were long and the days seemed to only get shorter and fewer. Leaning against his invisible chair as his hair dangled down to the ground knotted each strained held onto the other. He hadn't shaved for sometime since he had been out in the wilderness. He had nobody to impress or try to woe, as he usually never did anyways. He only had himself to look after, which was fine with him as he only catch enough to feed one and some days none. The air smelled of pine, from the trees up wind being actual pine trees which he laid under with his tent when it was on its way to be winter. Right now it was still warm and it allowed him to roam around the forest to himself and do more to relax and do as he pleased.
The shirt he wore was split across the chest, along with a scar that followed. He received from a few months ago from a kind animal that he had encountered. He hadn't seen the animal since then so perhaps him being here made the other look elsewhere for food, or at least they stayed out of each others way. Opening up his eyes, the hazel from his eyes told only some of the things he had dealt with in his life, and so far. His gaze was upon his fishing pole a few cracks here and there from the many times he had used the pole for catching fish and laying traps for smaller animals. Rubbing his nose the itch that was inflicted on his nose had gone now only irritation remained.
Soon closing his eyes back once more, as he was relaxing. His breathing was slow and calm having crossing his legs slightly in front of him. In his mind he thought of what he was going to do all the day, perhaps only fish this once. He had other things that needed doing, but they would have to wait until he had something in his stomach. For a short while his head began to ring with the sound of music, he had made his own songs up in his head. They were only for him to use and play as even if they sounded the best in his head he couldn't sing them. He was told far too much he hadn't the voice for such things, so alone he sang them in his head.
The end of the line began slightly jerking to the side, his hands held onto the pole eyes still closed. He wasn't ready for this just yet relaxing as he took a deep breath slowly letting it pass through his lips. "Okay.." he mouthed lifting up the pole towards him. He gave a sudden jerk back over his shoulder, "COME HERE YOU FISHY BITCH!!" He yelled out in a mumble of words. The pole bending as the line was tight tugging and pulling the war had begun. He commented to himself, laughing with a wide grin, only once did what was upon the other side of the line would splash up above the surface. The seconds that passed when he seen with his own eyes what he had.
The sun rays seemed to bask in the glow of what appeared upon the other side of the line. His mouth open in wonder and delight at the sight, for a moment he thought to himself that his pole may not be enough for such a thing. His eyes would say a different story glancing at the pole a flame sparked in his eyes. 'Oh yes!!' they screamed out at the wonder and delight of what seemed to be a dream coming from the waters surface.
[under construction will add more when I finish the next half]
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