Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Luke watched with interest as Delilah fished, keeping quiet and still so as not to disturb her or any of the wary trout. It did not take her long to produce the first trout, giving it a sling to the shore where it still flopped and thrashed. Luke sucked in a breath as the fish flipped, nearing the stream. He thought her catch was about to be spared its fate, but its throes subsided and it lay still. He would not have thrown it ashore without ensuring it was dead first - having lost fish in this way before - but he could not argue with her results. By throwing it to the shore and quickly returning to fishing she was able to follow the first trout up with a quick second before the school dissipated, which she also threw ashore but her snap to the head had killed it instantly.

"Great show!" he commended, rising to his feet and waving his tail enthusiastically. It was a thrill for him to see another skilled fisher work. "Yep, I'll have a go," he said. He walked downstream from where she had finished, finding another pool behind a large boulder. Luke stepped in carefully, slowly, until all four paws were in the creek. He stood like a statute, unmoving except for his roving eyes. The fish schooled around him, nervous, but the longer he stood still the quieter they become, and then sure enough, one swam within strike range. Luke lurched forward and seized the fish in his jaws. He did not throw it, instead he jumped ashore with it still grasped in his jaws. Luke did not want a second fish, one was enough for him for now.

"Let's eat!" he grinned to Delilah before giving his coat a shake and sinking to his belly. He waited for her to gather her fish and then tucked into his, eating slower than usual, savoring each small bite.