The rod tip twitched, just a little and just once, but I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye.
“Hey Mo, you’ve got a bite,” I hissed, needlessly.
My friend’s hand had already moved to his reel and slipped off the clicker to reduce its resistance on the line. His thumb was on the spool, but he left the rod in its holder.
The rod tip twitched slightly again, then again. The line began to pull out, slowly at first,...