Gon's Fishing Pole Novels & Stories

"Yes. And a vice." "A vice?" "To fix the brush." "Of course." Elion looked at the long black case in Cale's hand. "What's that?" "It is a rod," Cale said. "For fishing." Elion’s eyebrows shot up. "You bought a fishing pole?" "Bill suggested it. He said it makes you feel small." "Did it work?" "Yes. I stood by the water. I caught nothing." "That's called fishing, Cale. If you catch something, it's called catching."

I said flatly, tired of his consistent nagging. But I know I can't stop, not after coming this far. Garron was still grumbling about wasting time when I spotted something—someone, a lone figure sitting by the lake with a bucket at his side and a fishing pole in hand. "There," I said, nodding toward him. "You’re kidding, a fisherman?" "Why not? He’s alone, looks calm, fit and probably desperate enough to agree." "That’s how you pick someone to seduce a werewolf?"

He glanced at me in astonishment when the fish that was hooked on the fishing rod's hook surfaced. Oh dear God, that fish is huge! It weighs a much. I was using all of my effort to get the rod out of the water before I saw the size of the fish, but as soon as I did, I felt as though I had no more strength in my body, and my body balance was completely off. Oh no, now I can't manage the weight of this fishing road alone for long. "Please assist, Mr. Woods." He instantly turned away from his fishing rod and rushed towards me as I was about to fall.