He hooked something and began the struggle of reeling it in.
“Big one?” his cousin asked, keeping the beer can close to his lips.
“Better take it easy. Let the fish tire itself out.”
He let the line out some and stretched his back, groaning. Then he started to reel it in.
Yesterday he’d left the city. His job. His apartment. Came home. Drove all through the night.
“So you’re on vacation?” he asked.
“Yeah. A couple of days.”
The rod curved as he reeled in, and pulled back.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to lose it.”