You aren't hungry so you decide to just do a little bit of relaxing, catch and release fishing. You catch several small fish and a few salmon over the course of an hour or so but after a bit your hook snags something large. You pull but it will not budge. You tug harder. It still will not budge. Seeing that it is hooked in the shallows not far from you, you surmise that it is probably caught on a rock or a log and wade into the water to free it.
You wade up to your knees in the cool, muddy water, tugging gently on your snagged line but as you approach a huge, ugly, tooth-filled head rises from the water and growls at you. You remember hearing the bear say something about a Ponderous Eel at some point and deduce that this must be the beast. Your hook is apparently caught in one of the creature's nostrils.
The creature seems to see you coming. It raises its head out of the water and it is then that you realize that the head of the eel is attached to about twenty more feet of eel.
That is a lot of eel.
You hesitate but the eel does not. It leaps forward, snatches you by the pant leg, and pulls you downstream.
You manage to keep your head above the water but you are drenched to the bone. The eel seems to enjoy your discomfort. After a bit it goes over a small waterfall and leaves you spinning in a whirlpool at the bottom. You struggle to the bank. How dare that eel!
Go get that eel!
or
No, I would rather do something else right now.
You wade up to your knees in the cool, muddy water, tugging gently on your snagged line but as you approach a huge, ugly, tooth-filled head rises from the water and growls at you. You remember hearing the bear say something about a Ponderous Eel at some point and deduce that this must be the beast. Your hook is apparently caught in one of the creature's nostrils.
The creature seems to see you coming. It raises its head out of the water and it is then that you realize that the head of the eel is attached to about twenty more feet of eel.
That is a lot of eel.
You hesitate but the eel does not. It leaps forward, snatches you by the pant leg, and pulls you downstream.
You manage to keep your head above the water but you are drenched to the bone. The eel seems to enjoy your discomfort. After a bit it goes over a small waterfall and leaves you spinning in a whirlpool at the bottom. You struggle to the bank. How dare that eel!
Go get that eel!
or
No, I would rather do something else right now.
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