Fishing with Neal

At the bar, Neal was using a strategy of his to get women: ignore them until they can't stand it anymore and break down and talk to him, and it was working very well. So instead of talking to Old Rawhide, he talked to Long Bow, the indian. People called him Long Bow behind his back, but no one else dared to call him that face to face. it seems to me that Neal is the kind of guy that lies to experts. Neal can't fish, but he lies to Paul, a fishing god about it. Neal can't trap or hunt, but he lies to Long Bow about it. One of his stories he was following an otter and her pups in 69 degrees below zero, the otter had turned white, and was in Roger's pass in the high mountains. Finally, Old Rawhide caves and says to Neal: "Hey Buster, what are otters doing on top of the continental divide? They live in rivers and play in mud." Also, in the dead of winter, otters wouldn't have pups. (she called everyone Buster, because she had slept with so many men she couldn't remember all of their names.) MC left without Neal to get some sleep. The next morning, even though Paul was out late, he was in Wolf Creek the next morning ready to go fishing with MC. Neal was coming too, but he had a major hangover and his mom went soft on him and brought the mattress into the back of a flat bed truck driven by Jessie's only brother that stayed in Wolf Creek. His name was Ken, and his wife was a RN. It was his truck that they all rode in the back of down to a river named the Elkhorn. This connects to my life because I remember on time me and a bunch of my friends all piled into the back of my Dad's truck to go fishing in the pond down the road. (Unlike Paul and MC, we didn't catch anything.) The Elkhorn is a slow, small river with mostly eastern brook trout, but sometimes massive brown trout came all the way up. The boys all piled out of the truck and Paul was already ready before anyone else. Jessie had told MC to not let Neal out of his sight, but Neal was fishing in the dead water with worms and still not catching anything, so MC ditched him and caught six brook trout quickly. Then MC realized that there was no was no way Paul was catching his limit of brookies, so he decided to catch one of those massive browns. Walking down the river, MC noticed a stretch of water where no fish were jumping, and it wasn't because there was no fish in there. Changing his flies, he casted everywhere in the hole with no luck. Then, he realized that the brown was under the willows and bushes on the side of the creek, because Paul had told that a couple summers ago. Casting into the trees, he hooked a monster, but he got it all caught up in the trees and lost it. His brother came up with a basket full of fish, and he said that he had caught them in shallow, open water. That's the thing, though. You learn a trick from the master and use it when the master is doing the opposite thing. MC walked back up to the truck, where the girls were making lunch. Neal was laying down on the mattress with a serious case of sun stroke, and all three girls were really mad at MC for leaving Neal. It was pouring now, but the girls still wouldn't give MC a seat. Ken tried to start the truck, but he couldn't, because Neal didn't put water in the radiator and it overheated. So MC and Paul pushed the truck all the way back to Wolf Creek. I predict that that Neal is going to catch a huge fish and surprise everyone even though he's really stupid.