Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (20) Jubilee Girl (Part 04)
Simon and Bronwyn sat on the peninsular in silence for a few minutes just enjoying the scene until they were brought back to the moment by a loud splash as one of the rowers on the Lake who had lost an oar, went in after it, the resulting wave headed rapidly to the site of his float so he started reeling it in.
“Have you been fishing long?” she asked
“What today? Or in general?” he responded and she laughed
“Both then” she said and laughed again
“Well today, about 2 hours before you found me” he told her “and generally since I was seven when my Dad first took me with him”
“Do you still go with him” she asked
“Oh yes” he replied “What about you?”
“Me? I’ve never fished” she replied
“Would you like to have a go?” he asked
“Yes please” she answered enthusiastically
“Ok then” he said just as the float approached the bank.
He quickly discarded what was left of the bait and opened his bait box.
“I can’t put the wriggly thing on” she said horrified
“It’s ok I’ll put the bait on” he replied and smiled at her and he baited the hook and then stood up.
“Ok we need to stand up to do the next bit” he said and Bronwyn got quickly to her feet and dusted herself off.
He showed her the basic principle of casting and then he stood behind her as she held the rod in her right hand.
God she smelt good, her hair, her skin, her clothes.
“Concentrate” he said to himself as he breathed in her perfume.
He put his hand on hers and indicated the best place to hold the grip.
“Now pull some spare line out with your other hand” he said and as she followed his instruction he took his right hand off hers,
“Right you’re on your own” he said and rested his hands on her waist.
Swiveling at the waist Bronwyn swung the rod to the right and then snapped it forward and the float sailed through the air and plopped a respectable distance from the bank.
It was a good job Simon was holding her waist otherwise her momentum may have had her following the float into the water, well that was his excuse anyway.
“I did it” she squealed
“Great cast Bron” he said “Right now comes the patient bit, you sit down and watch”
And he indicated the empty stool.
“No, I’ll be fine on the ground” she said
“Nonsense anglers privilege” he insisted
“Well thank you” she said perching on the stool and then in a whisper she asked “What’s an angler?”
“It’s another term for a fisherman” he confided
Then Simon sat on the floor and got a nice look at her legs which were no longer skinny twigs.
“Why is the floaty thing bobbing up and down?” she asked concentrating intently on the task while he was concentrating intently on her legs.
“That means you have a bite” he replied
“What do I do?” she yelled excitedly
“Strike” he said
“Jerk the rod up sharply and then reel in the line”
Simon stood up as she reeled in frantically and looked down at her and she was the picture of concentration with her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.
She noticed he was watching her and withdrew her tongue and smiled at him and then returned her full attention to her task and poked her tongue out again.