#rivervale_lodge

A hand blocking the sun from his eyes despite the floppy hat, watching the cast spin out. “Can I try something?”

"Sure kid, just as long as it won't get me in trouble with your folks or waste the gear or bait"

A twist of a smirk, and he eases into the water, moving slowly to not cause too much of a ripple and heading slightly upstream of the hooks and lines. Finding a rock, he crouched with his legs dangling into the current, and grasps a long, squiggly nightcrawler between his toes....

"Are the stupid hats part of the uniform?" Looking between the two as she tends her line.

"Hey, do not mock the hat. My fishing luck is improved by this hat"

He gives her a LOOK, and whatever he whispers, hidden by the burbles, seemed to be mostly 4-letters...

Another worm between the fingers of his left hand, and he... squishes it. The creature squirms and flails for s moment before falling still, and his other hand trails into the water... shadows under the surface creeping in and hiding his hand from view, disguising the white clammy toes, until just the worm is visible to any fish...

"Just askin'..."

"I think they draw more attention when alive , Symon but..."

A frown as Symon crushes the worm.

He is still, almost frozen, his eyes watching the water intently to see if any fish come for the bait....

He raises a brow, and waits with his own old school

Her eyebrow creeps up.

Nip pull tug

And eventually a fish does come along... heading through the water, towards the temping bug squirming all by itself in the stream.... and as it approaches, slender fingers creep under the belly, oh-so-lightly stroking it’s underside as the fish oddly goes calm... and a SLAP, fingers sliding through the water and slapping the fish up out of the water towards the shore!

"Dude!"

And, it does NOT smack Dagmar in the face.... but flops onto the shore by her feet.

"Well, shadow bait, that's one I haven't seen before" He admits

She sets the pole down to pick up the fish. "Bears do it that way. Saw it on tv." Fish into the bucket.

He squishes his way back to shore, slacks clinging to scrawny legs, and can’t help a wide grey grin. “Had no idea if that would work...”. And he plucks the ‘bait’ worm from his toes, and leans over to set it into a patch of moist soil. “Your day today, friend.” Watching as the worm squirms beneath some decaying leaves and away.

The other, unlucky worm, dropped into the water and wiped against his slacks.

Jaymes gets a bite, but... "nope, sucker managed to slide the bait off clean. It's the smart ones you have to reckon with"

"Good for him." She reels her line back and casts again.

On the shore, he scoops up his catch, struggling for a moment as it wriggles, and plops it into the bucket.

then it happens...another tug on Dagmar's line

"Shit!"

"Don't panic, you got this"

Slow and steady, he said. So... she tries that.

"Find the right balancce between slack and tension, pick up the speed sure if you want, but gradual and... oh he's fighting back..." It dances out of the water for a moment

She sets her face in a quietly determined scowl - listening to the grump's coaching, taking her time...

And then, all of sudden - there's the fish, out in the air and barrelling twoards shore!

"There we go.. " Proud

She grins, teeth bright against her dusky blue complexion. "Cool."

“That’s a big one.” He watches it flop. “Ever use the guts as bait?”

"Like fish cannibals?" She works the hook free from the struggling fish and dumps it in the bucket with the other two trout.

"Sure," He says "Symon you know more bout fishing that I expected"

“Just from books.” He peers into the bucket, then at his hands, still somewhat surprised that he succeeded. “Never been fishing. Or camping. My father is always busy working, and I’m not supposed to exert myself too much.” Glancing over the poles and setup. “But this isn’t so bad.” A look to Jaymes. “Can you fish at night?”

"Sure. Though it gives the fish the advantage most of the times"

Dagmar crouches by the stream, trailing her fingers into the running water. "You would want to fish at night."

He gives a small grin over to Dagmar. “Evens the odds for the fish, figured you’d like that.”

"Ha. the fish often get away more than they get caught. trust me. this has been a lucky day"

"Well, yeah. Not sporting if they don't have a chance..."

He eyes the halberd. “Try spear fishing sometime?”

"Did you guys know humans eat sharks more than sharks eat humans?"

A scowl. “You mean fins? I don’t like that.”

"Dude..."

"Wait, fins? What?"

"Fins are often used in soups and other things...but if it helps, some folks eat the whole shark"

"Well, not the teeth"

"Just fishing for the fins is stupid as hell in my opinion"