Leo Blake breathed in the aroma of the river breeze that permeated the countryside, savoring the day as he made his way around the bend past the treeline not far from the Toberona Bridge. It was a lovely morning and he had a spring in his step, his tackle box feeling a tad lighter today as he went along his way with gusto.
He decided to make his rounds in town before setting about on his task today, stopping in at the general store to pick up a couple of items and passing the craic with the locals. He walked up and down the street as was his custom, chatting with the early-risers and the shopkeepers opening for business. Everyone wished him a great day, hoping that he would bring some choice catches at the end of the day which would allow them to take home a special treat for dinner for a
