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Catching my First Fish

I really wanted to go fishing. So, one day, my dad organized it with his friend and we went. In the car I got so bored. As soon as we got there I couldn’t wait to begin fishing with my dad and his friend.

We got the rods and stuff from the car. My dad’s friend set up the rods and reels, they were all messed up. I put the bait on the hook and cast it into the river. I waited, and waited, and waited, but… I caught nothing. My dad’s friend called me. I ran over to him and saw that he was catching a fish. I tried to help but the fish escaped. I went back to my pole. There was something pulling it. I thought, “Yay, yay! I’m finally going to catch my first fish.” I pulled back, but it was water plants. “Oh, God! It’s just plants.” I muttered to myself. I was so mad!

Then my dad’s friend called me again. I ran and it was another fish. I was helping him but the fish swam away, AGAIN! I waited for one hour, two hours, three hours, four hours, five hours, then he called me again. This time I walked over. He told me to hold the pole. There was something pulling. It was a fish. We pulled together, harder and harder. We caught it! I yelled over to my dad and told him that we’d caught a fish. He told me to pick it up, but I didn’t want to so I poked it with a stick instead.

When we went home my mom cooked the fish. Everyone ate some of it except for me.