You had made plans to meet up with a certain someone today, and so you do. After having made your way towards there in your car, you step out. Looking in front of you, you see Flynn's truck, and further down the hill where the vehicle is parked in, you spot the Gila, fishing equipment in hand, staring out at the lake. As you walk up to him, he greets you without even looking at you. Hey. I got a spare fishing rod. It's in the truck, go fetch it.