How To Write A Narrative Essay About Fishing
One morning, my brother Reggie and I woke up and decided we were going to go fishing. It was a hot, sunny day like most of the days in Texas. We lived outside of Wichita Falls, Texas about ten miles near the Wichita river. My parents have about twenty acres of land that that the Wichita river runs through, we always went fishing there and caught a fifteen pound flathead at the most, but this trip was different. We set off at about seven in the morning so we could have plenty of time to fish, it was about a thirty minute drive to our section of river. Once we got to the river, we unloaded our poles, grabbed our bait and headed down to the bank. The water was up a little, moving nicely so we put bait on and through our poles in. After about
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I threw my bait back in along the opposite bank, hoping to snatch the big one. Reggie threw in his line and we both sat there and talked for about an hour, then Reggie got bored so he reeled his line in, threw his bait out into the river and went down the bank and started messing around in the sand. I later got bored myself so I climbed down and started digging a tunnel in the sand without even thinking to reel my pole in. We were messing around in the sand, making an underground tunnel when I heard a splash, I looked up and saw my pole flying over our heads and into the water. I raced after knowing it was a huge catfish and it was taking my dad’s best pole. I kept stepping on rocks, holes and weeds and they were tearing my feet up, but I had to get that pole back. It was around 100 yards before I caught my pole, I grabbed it and pulled up to set the hook. I knew this fish was big it just kept pulling and pulling out the drag. Then I pulled up and started reeling when the line went slack I thought the line popped so I just stood there, then Reggie showed up and I told him the line popped so I started reeling then the pole flew down and went with it into the water. I felt like I was flying down stream when I hit a bank and pulled the pull back and stood
I threw my bait back in along the opposite bank, hoping to snatch the big one. Reggie threw in his line and we both sat there and talked for about an hour, then Reggie got bored so he reeled his line in, threw his bait out into the river and went down the bank and started messing around in the sand. I later got bored myself so I climbed down and started digging a tunnel in the sand without even thinking to reel my pole in. We were messing around in the sand, making an underground tunnel when I heard a splash, I looked up and saw my pole flying over our heads and into the water. I raced after knowing it was a huge catfish and it was taking my dad’s best pole. I kept stepping on rocks, holes and weeds and they were tearing my feet up, but I had to get that pole back. It was around 100 yards before I caught my pole, I grabbed it and pulled up to set the hook. I knew this fish was big it just kept pulling and pulling out the drag. Then I pulled up and started reeling when the line went slack I thought the line popped so I just stood there, then Reggie showed up and I told him the line popped so I started reeling then the pole flew down and went with it into the water. I felt like I was flying down stream when I hit a bank and pulled the pull back and stood