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For Cypress. Could we possibly backdate this to around Sunday? ^^
Ehno had decided to try out a little something that he hadn't attempted in ages. He had been introduced to fishing during his first few weeks of roaming Italy when he was but a yearling, and again when he had found himself on the docks of Santander. The Marino had failed quite spectacularly at the task when he first attempted it, partly due to the fact that he had been so unused to doing much at all with his optime form when he began his youthful journey. Slowly he began to get a handle on it while with the amiable group of fishermen in Italy, but he soon pushed the skill out of his mind when he continued on with his travels. It wasn't until he reached those Spanish docks that he began to develop both skill and respect for fishing.
He had been interested in taking a stab at the hobby again when he arrived in Nova Scotia, but he never got around to it. Now seemed as good a time as any to start again. The Italian had fashioned up a simple fishing rod for himself and made his way out to Rabbit Lake early that afternoon. After a short bit of searching he found an ideal spot to start and gingerly stepped into the cool waters along the shore. With the hook baited, he cast the line with a deft flick of the rod and watched as it sunk into the clear waters. Hopefully he would be lucky today and the fish would be eager to bite.