It is early morning on the river in the trout park. The sun is beginning to peek through the forested hills.
Annie is at the river’s edge with a fishing rod in her hand. She is visiting with the men on both sides of her. It’s a cool morning.
Annie is the only woman to brave the chill. The fishermen and one fisherwoman talk about the early spring weather and how they are glad winter is over.
The rising sun reveals a beautiful fog rising from the water. The siren sounds that tells them they can start fishing.
Annie’s lure is the first one to hit the water. In a few minutes, she brings a trout to her dip net. She puts it on a stringer and makes another cast.
A few turns of the reel handle and another trout takes her lure. This one is bigger and pulling the line from her reel.
It leaps from the water. Annie shrieks with joy. After a few more jumps, she scooped it up with her net. It goes on the stringer.
