Narrative Essay About Fishing

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Fishing is definitely a waiting game, a lot of it depends on how the weather is, what type of fish someone is fishing for, and how much time and patience one has. Fishing has always had a major part in my life, I spent most of my childhood at the Mt. Storm Lake with my grandparents, and my grandpa was always fishing. I was his fishing buddy, we spent many of hours just fishing the evening away together. I vividly remember the first time I went fishing with my grandpa at Mt. Storm Lake. We always went fishing but I was too young to do anything, so I always just watched him. The first time I ever got to actually fish with him was unforgettable. We always sat on the rickety dock, there were screws popping up just waiting for someone to stub…show more content…
He had been fishing all his life so he knew what he was doing. I asked him to go fishing with me, he had other things to do but of course he went fishing with me after I begged him repeatedly for over forty-five minutes. We got all of our things that we needed like the Barbie fishing pole that I had, it was a little girls so it was about three feet long. It was baby blue and pink. We also had a white Styrofoam cup filled to the top with worms, our tackle box that had everything in it, and of course our favorite snack, strawberry licorice. He carefully began to put the sharp hook with the hook with the long, thick, slimy earth worm. Disgusting! He continued the procedure by casting the line, he explained it to me how to do it many of times, but I could never get it just right. I wasn’t as coordinated at he was. I practiced and practiced, and practiced until I got it perfect. I tried all by myself to cast my own fishing pole. I swung the pole over my shoulder while still gripping it. I went to cast the line out, I held down the release button and when the sinker hit the water, I let go of the button as quickly as I…show more content…
Then finally, after thinking that nothing was going to bite the bait, my pole started jerking a few times. I began reeling it in very obnoxiously and super-fast. My adrenaline was through the roof. Whenever I saw that I actually had had a fish through the greenish color water, I got excited and I accidently threw my pole in the lake. My grandpa had to get his long, dark army green pole and tried to fish it out with his hook. He had managed to do so, he pulled my pink and blue Barbie pole out of the water with my five inch sunfish still snagged on it by the hook. I was sprouting out with joyful cries! While I was reeling my fish in, I looked over at my grandpa and he was so thrilled, smiling ear to ear. My grandpa of course grabbed the camera and took a picture of me with my first fish. He took my fish and took it off the hook, we threw the scaly fish back into the water and watched it freely swim
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