
This is, as the title says, the 3rd part of the story. Read the beginning of River Apollo here.
Paul never wanted to be a mascot for anything. One time he came close. (That is, in fact, a significant part of his life. But it is significant enough to wait for a more opportune time. It is the kind of story one shares after an unwanted guest leaves.) However, living in a prominent house on a prominent trout stream put him in the crosshairs of various foundations, associations, and causes. Every good cause needs a face, and his weathered visage was apparently good enough for both cold water conservation and historical initiatives.
Paul how’s the fishing?
Paul was already irritated by the knock. Then he was further irritated by the fact that Gerry King was the one from which the knocking originated. The phrasing of the question, which sounded as if there was no comma between “Paul” and “how’s the fishing” irritated him to a point where he knew he must consciously smile and be pleasant so as to not slam the door in the face of the regional VP of Trout Unlimited.







