a day on the water.. so he thought // RYAN

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Oliver jumped out of bed. It was about 8am. "Sweet! Prime time for fishin'!" He exclaimed. He pulled up his pants, and his muck boots incase things were to get dirty. He threw on a button up, a bucket hat, and went to gather his rod and bait.

Rummaging through his stuff he met his mother. "Off to training hun'?" She murmured through her cup of tea. "Nah, gonna test my luck on the water first. Love you mom, dad." Oliver smiled at his parents, who bid farewell to him with I Love You's and he opened the front door.

It was a hot morning, the sun was shining bright, and the sky was crystal clear. Perfect conditions. Oliver began on a light jog, he was roughly a couple miles from where his spot was, the jog would serve as some light cardio though.

The jog was filled with light hums of his favorite tunes, and once he arrived at his spot, he was moderately sweaty, but he didn't mind. He sat down, near his makeshift raft he built the summer before, and began to unpack his things. His rod, which he got for his 14th birthday, was one of the most expensive rods his parents could find, along with his tackle box. His tackle box had enough lures to last him a long time, and that collection was steady growing just about every week.

He threw his cast out into the water, excited to see if he could finally have a chance at catching The Big One today.