In a beautiful lake, Detective sat in a small boat fishing.
Fishing was one of his favorite hobbies.
Actually, it was not just fishing. Hunting was one of his hobbies as well.
At first, he had loved hunting. He had been born in the western region, where natural resources were abundant. His father was an old cowboy who was always talking about the spirit of the older generation of cowboys.
From a young age, his father had trained Detective in all kinds of cowboy work, including hunting.
When he was only twelve or thirteen, he had already carried a hunting rifle with his father deep into the woods by the creek to hunt.
Later, as he grew older, he gradually lost interest in the hobby of hunting prey simply by pulling the trigger, because it was too easy.
So he fell in love with fishing. He preferred the process of playing a game of wits with his prey, sensing its condition through a fishing line and responding accordingly.
When those powerful prey gradually lost their ability to resist under his meticulous handling, and he finally hauled them out of the water, the satisfaction he felt was unforgettable.
That was why he went fishing whenever he had time.
It was his greatest passion, even surpassing his love of women.
The marker on the water suddenly sank. He jerked up the fishing rod and immediately felt a force travel along the line and rod into his hand.
The muscles throughout his body tensed rapidly. Then, according to the changing force transmitted through the line, he began responding in different ways.
Letting out line, pulling, and all kinds of maneuvers came naturally, as if they were instinct.
After more than ten minutes of struggle, a fish slowly floated to the surface.
It was