In the Lair of a Sea Monster

Everything is big here.  The streamside boulders are big, the run, itself, is anchored above by a house-sized boulder.  The river flows deep, but with a pace that suggests big things are here hiding among the boulders, lying in wait.  At the bottom of the run the river bellies out into a broad tailout before plunging through a long, fast stretch of broken water.  This was my third time here – each time previous I had those mystery grabs on the long, deep slow swing.  This afternoon, bathed in honey-colored light, was no different.  Twice, on consecutive casts I had the slow pull from down deep, sending a shiver through me and leaving me cursing in a frustrated, hushed mumble.  There are sea monsters in here…

The house-sized boulder stands as a sentinel at the top of the run, watching over a place of continuing mystery and intrigue.
The house-sized boulder stands as a sentinel at the top of the run, watching over a place of continuing mystery and intrigue.
Laying out the long cast for the long slow swing only to come up empty handed, shivering and mumbling...
Laying out the long cast for the long slow swing only to come up empty handed, shivering and mumbling...