Fisherman Catches Woolly Mammoth on a Fly
" This must be a record, " he thinks. But when he herds his catch into his truck, and drives to Fish & Game, they tell him, " This isn't a walleye or a trout. It's not even a gar. Just throw it back. "
That takes some work — it weighs a ton, seems to be growing, and has started trumpeting — but he gets it to the river, shoves it, tusks first, into a deep pool, then sits, panting, fascinated by the way green lichens on the rock mirror the mountains overhead.
The pain of lost glory subsides. When he starts to fish again, his fly (a " humpy " ) rides the riffles like a mutton-chopped beetle on jet skis.
As the sun pops on the spear tips of the trees, and light — first orange, then purple — sprays the sky, he hooks what, hour laters, his keychain-flashlight shows to be a big T Rex.
What should he do? The thing is thrashing. Its bayonet-teeth phosphoresce each time it leaps out of the stream, which licks his feet like a dire wolf or a sabertoothed cat as, in the darkness, it roars and crashes by.
That takes some work — it weighs a ton, seems to be growing, and has started trumpeting — but he gets it to the river, shoves it, tusks first, into a deep pool, then sits, panting, fascinated by the way green lichens on the rock mirror the mountains overhead.
The pain of lost glory subsides. When he starts to fish again, his fly (a " humpy " ) rides the riffles like a mutton-chopped beetle on jet skis.
As the sun pops on the spear tips of the trees, and light — first orange, then purple — sprays the sky, he hooks what, hour laters, his keychain-flashlight shows to be a big T Rex.
What should he do? The thing is thrashing. Its bayonet-teeth phosphoresce each time it leaps out of the stream, which licks his feet like a dire wolf or a sabertoothed cat as, in the darkness, it roars and crashes by.
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