...it was midmorning by now and the crystal clear early March skies made Pitt wonder how this could be in the middle of a rain forest. Although it was quite chilly with frost on the ground and Pitt was struggling with cold fingers his good friend Al Giordino had managed to stay warm by getting his adrenaline flowing early and often. Al had hooked his first fish on his second cast and just minutes ago released his third fish of the day, an 18 pound hen and now with a broad smile on his face he reached underneath his vest and removed one of those cigars that looked suspiciosly like one their former NUMA director Admiral Sandecker has from his secret supplier.
Pitt, not one to back down form any challenge set his face and got ready as their guide reset their boat. His pink worm was slightly askew and a quick fix would certainly add to the presentation.
"Left side Al." said the guide and Al quickly pitched into the slot.
"Dirk wait... wait... wait, ok that rock over there with the foot thick layer of moss on it cast behind it now."
Pitt pitched.
"NO NO NO REEL IN bad cast that was at least five feet short, hurry up and cast again I can't hold the boat all day."
Pitt pitched.
It was a good cast precisley where he had aimed and his bait quickly sank to the bottom.
"DIRK JERK!" yelled the guide as Pitt's tip gave that telltale quiver.
Pitt quickly snapped his rod back flexing the graphite and waiting. THUMP THUMP and Pitt new he had a fish on!
With no quick snappy headshakes Pitt was not sure of the quarry he was already engaged with. A sudden break in the water surface followed by a revelation of a tail that had a full 20 inch span alerted Pitt that he had a fish that easily tripled his 10 pound leader. The tail splash was quickly followed by a massive burst downriver that took an easy 75 yards of line from his reel...
(OK LONG STORY NOW SHORT)
...The fish was in the net now as another boat came drifting down with only a single person. He had seen the battle and came over to take a look at this great specimen. As he came nearer Pitt kinda noticed that he looked vaguley familiar somehow. The first picture was taken as the new boat came along side.
"Nice Fish" said the stranger as Pitt carefully with assistance released his Kahuna back into the glacial fed waters.
"That will make ones fingers warm up for a change." said Pitt with sardonic understatement as he looked up at the stranger. There it was again, that nagging sense of familiarity as if he had met this person once before on one of his many NUMA adventures.
"Hey," Pitt called out to the stranger as he was drifting down river, "What's your name?"
The stranger looked back and with a twinkle in his eyes he called out, "Cussler, Clive Cussler."
OK OK it was a shoddy attempt at humor but if Dirk Pitt can show up at PP and Clive Cussler can show anywhere
why not have them meet on some glacial fed rainforest river.
I take it your a fan? Good choice.
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When the goin' gets tough, the tough go fishin'