There was a swirl of water around my bobber and although it was getting darker by the minute I distinctively knew something was interested and I stopped reeling. The cast was long - a country mile - and I was taking my time reelin it in as I looked back on the day's catch and how good a fish fry sounded for dinner when I noticed something. The mosquitoes were thick and I was weary from the sun's power that day but I decided to cast just one more time before Retiring.
It approached that time of day when the sun hit the tree line and every fisherman knows that it's magic hour - the time when legends are made. Comment by 103315On a lazy weekend in Orgrimmar I found myself putting a few brews back and tossin' a line.
