A soft whistle came from between Eric’s lips as he sat on the dock with his feet crossed and swinging just above the water. Nothing else helped him relax like a good, quiet day of fishing. He never understood why so many people wasted all that money seeing a shrink that would usually just bilk them for everything they had. Give him the great outdoors any day.
The tug came without warning, pulling his favorite rod out of his hands and into the water. He threw his hat as his rod disappeared. “You son of a bitch!”
Yep. Very relaxing.