Whitefish River here 2 china

The trick, he learned, was to stand still and let the fish, with their tiny brains and minuscule memories, think he was part of the river all along. As he stood stock still, he heard the lapping of the river against someone else's legs, but didn't care move to look. The fish had already begun to feel comfortable around him, as if he were a big, oddly shaped rock. Lowering his head slowly, yet steadily, Skyfall eventually struck out like lightning, and emerged from the cool waters with a fish clasped between his teeth. It wasn't a huge fish, but it was big enough for him.

Turning to look toward the stranger, Skyfall saw a white female was studying him in turn. With a twitch of his head, he flung the fish to the shore and turned back to the water. He'd catch her a fish, too, and then they could share a meal together, maybe. He wouldn't be offended if she decided to take her fish and leave; after all, he was a stranger to her, and Skyfall knew that he didn't trust strangers until they had proven themselves. But she seemed genuinely curious in him right now. What did she want? But instead of concentrating on these questions, he turned back to the river and resumed his calm stillness. The water flowed around his legs as he stood there. The tide wasn't deep in the area he had chosen, which was good. He couldn't wade the river entirely; it was too wide and too deep in some parts. But the shallows in which he stood now was a perfect fishing spot.

Only moments later his jaws flashed down into the water, and he came up with yet another catch. Moving back onto the bank, he set the second fish near the first, and beckoned to the female with a soft bark. "Come eat, and maybe I'll show you my secret techniques." Technically, he didn't have any secrets, but the snowy female didn't know that.