"Das fine. Doubt you can find anyone out here dat can show me anyting. Da way I prefer it," Dusty explained. Being independent was a good thing, and something he realized from an early age. Better not to have to rely on anyone. Caelan was still doing that, out on his own now. He just wasn't as prepared for it as he could have been and Dusty was not expecting to get anything in return of his teachings. The company was worth it even if he wasn't fully prepared to admit his own loneliness.<br/><br/>"Maybe how to grow someting. Can't say I ever learn how to garden." He could scavenge wild vegetables and generally knew what was edible, but he had never grown a fruit. The city boy had that on him, at least.<br/><br/>Caelan got his attention, something clearly on the end of his line.<br/><br/>"No, no," Dusty said as he moved close to the young man, "You set the hook, yeah, but now you got to feel." Dusty adjusted the drag to let the fish take some of the line. "Tire it out. You hold it tight like that, if it's strong enough, you'll snap your line." He put a hand around the back of Caelan, gripping his shirt to add stability. He didn't know what the young man had snagged and he'd just expressed that he didn't know how to swim. He didn't want him taking a topple over the side of the boat trying to catch his first fish.<br/><br/>His other hand went over Caelan's, feeling with him as he lifted the pole, giving the fish a bit more resistance.<br/><br/>"Now reel a bit, den let it go again if it starts to fight you. Don't stress da line too much. You got som'ting bigger dan dat catfish and it'll take some patience to bring it ova." Dusty took his hand away and put both hands on either side of Caelan's hips, making sure he wouldn't be jerked forward.