The fishing group sat back and studied the river. They looked at each riffle and eddy, each hole and flat, picturing where fish would hold and how they would fish them much like how a surfer would sit back and study waves rolling in before deciding on where he would surf.

The whole strech of the river visible for a mile in each direction was theirs for the morning bite to come. They got ready for what they knew would be a great day of fishing. (hint hint contributors laugh )
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