Fishing Up Trouble

I was alone on the bank, I'd actually been walking the river the past month camping outside society while I fished. It was calming and alarming. Alarming in that no one seemed to care about fishing anymore, or even witnessing the beauty of a river, and calming because I didn't have to deal with stupid dicks. If you've never fished in your life you'd think other fisherman would provide a sense of camaraderie or at the very least conversation. You'd be freaking wrong. Other fisherman are a nightmare, they come in two types, the person who never shuts up, or the person who is stupidly quiet and yells at you when you bother to mention anything. Of course the question you have to ask is "What type of fisherman are you Trezlan?" And I say I break the mold, I make polite conversation but also enjoy moments of quiet reflection... You see I'm unique its everyone else who's an asshole.

Anyway back to my point, I was alone on the bank just throwing my line in to the water (I was lure fishing that being repeated casts with a lure to entice a fish into striking my line) hoping for a bite when I hooked something pretty big. I could tell it was big because it damn near snapped my pole in half when I set the hook (there is a whole explanation of fishing I'm not giving you, you'll just have to deal I guess). I knew right away I probably didn't hook a fish, there wasn't any fight, it was mostly just drag, which usually implies like a log or something. Of course it turned out to be a body. I should have known it would.

From the look of it the guy had a rough check out as it were. He was shot and strangled, clothing was fairly nice what was left of it after the water and the fish had taken their due (seeing the missing flesh I was once again happy I fish for fun and not for eating). I of course was upset, because it meant A. My fishing was done for the day, and B. I had to call the police and get stuck in a conversation I didn't want to have, because that is my life, I went an entire month without police involvement and I catch one dead body and bam right back to it!

I should have known! Next time I'll choose a hobby with less chance of finding dead bodies, like sewing or digging holes. Ok that second one is not a hobby and would most likely find dead bodies better than fishing... MOVING ON!