Cross Roads

Ben’s hands were cold from gripping his rod, and the reel was screaming again as the line ran further out. 

And then it happened.

Ben’s precious Prince reel snapped, and popped off the rod, hanging by his line. Everything was happening too fast. He couldn’t hold the rod and reattach the reel while the fish was fighting him. He saw Mickey, the only fisherman still in the water. “Mickey, get over here and take the reel!”

Mickey forgot everything around him, and waded as fast as he could to reach Ben. As he did, Ben yelled at him to take the reel and listen to his instructions.

“Now, reel in the line!” It had gone slack for a moment, the fish was getting tired. The two friends stood side by side, Ben holding the rod, and Mickey the reel. Again, the fish took off with new strength. “Let him take it out, come on!” They waded as best they could in the deep water to keep up with the fish.

Over an hour went by with the two of them working together to tire the fish. Mickey would let some line out, and then reel it in on command from his superior.

The crowd on the river’s bank had grown. Any patrons that had been inside Sticks and Templetons had run from their food to see the sight. People driving by had stopped and gotten out of their cars to join the audience.

The show went on for over an hour, and no one was disappointed. Never had they seen a human reel help bring in a trophy fish, or any fish for that matter.

Ben was sure that the fish was wearing out, when it suddenly turned and swam upstream toward them. “Reel in the line!” Ben was beside himself. There was at least five feet of slack line floating on the river.

Mickey’s hands were cold and numb, but his adrenaline took over so he didn’t notice. He reeled as fast as he could and then, just as he had it taut, the fish changed directions again. “Let some line go but not too much, he’s almost had it.” Ben began wading again and Mickey followed.

The line went slack, and the angel reeled as fast as he could. As the end of the line approached them, they could begin to see the outline of one of the most beautiful fish Ben had ever laid eyes on. He unhooked the net from his belt and held it out for the fish. It was a rainbow that weighed between nine and twelve pounds, but future stories would have it weighing much more. Ben and Mickey stood in the river, raising the fish in the air for their trophy pictures. Mickey held the Prince reel up so it would be clear that he had been the human reel that successfully brought in the fish.