Fishing can teach patience, but it’s easier to teach someone who’s patient how to fish.
The rod next to Dingle twitched, but he did not stir from his seat. A group of teenagers stood at the start of the pier and watched him.
“He keeps ignoring those bites. Will he ever actually fish?” said one of the fresher spectators.
“That’s not a bite. His bait weighs more than you do,” said another, more seasoned onlooker.
A little boy piped up, “I heard he caught a monster in the river once.” Eyes either rolled or widened.
Dingle looked up, his hand snapping out to catch his rod as it lurched towards the lake. His corded muscles fought against whatever stirred in the deep and he wore a grin that said he was going to enjoy this battle.
