"It's about four pounds," pronounced Dave as he reeled in, somewhat lazily, what he thought was a relatively meager trout.
Grant giving Dave some encouragement as he lackadaisically plays his Gerrard rainbow. |
The rod tip had bounced decisively and the line broke loose of the planer board clip just as the fisherman pulled the rod from the holder and began tentatively to turn the large arbour reel, trying to gauge with what conviction the trout was stealing line.
Rainbows can be deceiving. If it's not an immediate line screamer, it is often difficult to judge the size and veracity of a monster trout. At times the rainbow will swim toward the boat or come in serenely without protestation, guided by the tug of the hook on its lip, conserving energy until it spies the boat - when it will explode into the depths like a demon bound for hell.
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