River fishing was not really in season but there he was. He had shoveled away the snow as best he could using his hands and sat down upon the cold ground in a form of “snow couch” gripping a fishing rod tightly with his cold uncovered hands he slowly moved it back over his shoulder, unleashed the wire and cast out. The river lure soared in the sky as it made its way out into the river. The bobber hopping happily on the water’s surface.
He waited a bit setting the rod down in the deep snow so that his hands were free. He then reached into his satchel and took out some rolling papers and formed a cone with them in his hand that he could then fill. He then reached into his tobacco pouch and took out some tobacco that he put on top of the papers very carefully. Grabbing the papers with both hands he slowly rolled them together into a cone and licked them so that they glued together. Basically he made a cigarette ok. He then put it to his lips and lit it with a tinderbox. Inhaling and exhaling the smoke in long breaths.
The bobber sank beneath the water and started pulling the rod away so that James had to almost fall forward to get it in time. A silly scene for anyone whom could be watching.