Chuck and Jim sat on the bank while their fishing lines sat in the water untouched, Chuck sat silent glazing over the river while Jim quite bored moved about trying to settle his wet butt. Buddy, we have been out here an hour and nothing is happening other than my ass getting soaked. Jim complained as he shuffled about. Chuck just smiled and nodded for he was trying to enjoy the peace regardless of his buddys constant complaints, Brother, fishing it not always about catching anything, its about spending time alone with friends or oneself. You have to chill out and just relax and feel life around you, Chuck gave him a glance, :think of it as zen. Chuck laughed loudly after saying it to which made Jim laugh too. I am so gonna make you listen to my opera records after this fishing crap. JIm answered still laughing. Now the lake were they were fishing was surrounded on three sides by a tree line and they were in what would be the center had a full view of the area and the early morning sun that was just creeping over the trees. Jim was the first to notice an object in the distance, unsure what it was it kept quiet until it moved in fast and hovered over the trees to their left. Ahh buddy, Jim poked Chuck. Now what?, if you keep bugging me I ant listening to any fricking opera. Chuck poked back with his elbow. Jim raised his right arm and simply pointed upward at a craft that was floating about a hundred feet above them both. Chuck looked up at a massive circular shape with lights. Well kiss my... to be continued
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 00:18:25 +0000
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