Like all good stories, the eel encounters stories had to have multiple parts. Here's what happened about a week after AJ was so shamefully visited by an eel...
"We did that same creek yesterday. You won't believe it but I was fishing the same rising brown trout and lining up to cast to it when AJ giggles and calls out from the bank,"Dave, the eel's coming up behind you, it's 3 feet away!" I, naturally, don't believe her. "Ya, right". She gets a little more giggly and tries to come across seriously, repeating herself. I look around. Sure as shit there's the freaking eel about to nibble my feet and legs. Bloody hell, I got out of there quick. The damned thing follows me to shore too. We got a great look at it and it is, by all accounts over 6 feet long and 10-11" across at the head. Again, spooked the bloody trout. Bugger. Ah well, had some fun fishing later anyway. I was shaking for 15 min after. :) Thankfully they're just curious more than anything. It's not like they're anacondas, ready to roll and drown you. There again, I guess some divers found a drowned person after a big flood some years ago and when they recovered the drowned dude, they rolled the body over and a giant eel slithered out of the abdomen for several seconds. So, don't drown in NZ."
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