Did you forget to put a book on that line, Zachary?" Uncle Greg had teased with a big grin.
"Now don't rezz my boy,Greg." his father had said. "He really doesn't like to fish. He just comes out here with us
to hear your tall stories about playing football in college."
Uncle Greg had pretended to be insulted. "Tall stories? Every word of those stories is the absolute truth!
Zachary, your dad was right there in the stands cheering me on. in fact, the entire student body of the whole
university was cheering for me!"
His dad had just rolled his eyes.
Now Zachary was ready to show them that he could catch fish. He could see their facial expressions as they
admired his catch. Their mouths would be wide open when Zachary pulled in the biggest trout ever seen in Hawkins River.
On Saturday morning, Zachary and his dad awoke before the sun was up. By 6:15 A.M., all three fishers were equipped
with waders and life jacket. they stood at the edge of the river and cast their lines into the water. Zachary had practiced
long and hard until he could cast his line precisely where he wanted it---or just about anyway.