“Fishing? You fish?” Duncan MacLeod asked in disbelief.
“Yes, I like to fish,” Methos replied, sorting through his tackle box. “It’s very relaxing.” Then he paused for a moment. “Well, it is now. Not so much back in the day; running around naked in ice cold water with a pointed stick. That wasn’t relaxing at all.”
Rolling his eyes, Duncan said, “No, I’d imagine not.”
“But this? Oh yeah.” Methos was beaming.
Duncan pushed open the cooler lid with his foot, eyeing the dozens of beer bottles within, giving Methos a look. “And this?”
He handed Duncan a pole. “Bait.”
There was actually a line I removed because I realized where certain people's minds would go [g] Pervy lot that you are. I figured the image of Methos running around naked in the water was stimulating enough!