A/N: Hello this is a friend of mines story. I decided to post it, because in my opinion it's a good story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything!

"Ouch be careful Grover!", I exclaimed as I carefully pulled the fishhook out of my sleeve. I saw Grover flinch and turn but sometimes the little fellow can move like lightning. Especially when he gets spooked. Nothing beats a great run for your life instinct to keep your self alive around middle New York State.

"What did you see?"

"Oh sorry Percy. I..I..I could have sworn the hillside just blinked."

Now most people would assume that their friend had just gone crazy. But this is a crazy world we live in.

We stood still and looked up at the hill. It looked like a steep grade of rocks, hard dirt, mixed with weeds to me. No eye's that I could see. But then in our world you must look closely. The mist has a way of hiding the existence of the other worldly and sometimes things aren't as they appear. We stood still a little longer and stared hard.

I could clearly see ruts created by water that would flow down this hill after a rain. It was the creek at the base of the hill that these ruts fed into that was our destination today. The hillside was grown up with weeds and several large rocks protruded out halfway up.

"Well … I don't see anything."

"Uhh … I guess I could have been mistaken."

I could tell that Grover was not convinced and I have learned to respect his keen senses so I suggested we fish a little farther down in the woods. We turned south and walked about fifty yards where the creek turned between a gathering of tree's.

I knew Grover would feel more comfortable in the tree's. Being a Satyr he is most at home in the woods. We could hear birds chirping and rusting about. Looking out over the water you could see water spiders moving across the water and swirls moving all around from fish feeding off the little insects.

I knew this creek would have some really big catfish in it. How would I know. Well being the son of Poseiden comes with a few perks. Needless to say I consider fishing to be a relaxing sport of tug of war between me and my friends. These fish would serve me if I asked… but sometimes it is more fun to just play. Believe it or not most times the fish enjoy the game. They would prefer to be let back in the water afterwards and not be tossed in the frying pan of course. Today I felt like we would have a really good game of tug of war. I had never swam in this creek but I could tell just by looking at it there was all kinds of life in it.

Grover did not like to fish so he wandered down the shore looking at the birds and whistling to them. It was amazing to hear him make sounds just like the birds. I wouldn't say he was talking to them but he had a way of getting their attention. I sat down on a nice ledge a few feet over the water and placed a worm carefully onto my hook and pitched my line out into the water.

There was a gentle breeze, the tree's were swaying, the birds were chirping, the fish were going to be biting, and I felt for sure it was going to be a fine day. Boy was I wrong.