Fisherman Catches Fish With Wings, Then Finds Out What It Really Is

But then—a flash. Copper, pale, wide-finned. Just beneath the surface, for less than a second. It tilted, turned, and was gone. Travis didn’t chase it. Didn’t speak. Just smiled, slow and sure, as he wiped his hands on his shirt and sat back down. Some catches, he thought, you don’t need to keep to remember.