Narrative About Fishing

So, it was a couple days before we left to go to Roaring River State Park and My brother and I were told we get to go this year. Usually the people that get to go are my dad, his brother/my uncle John, my dad’s dad, and my dad’s sister’s husband/my uncle Andy. It was the Brooks family guys trip. This year was time for us kids to go be with our Uncles, dads, and Gramps. My brother and I had no clue what trout fishing was like. It was a time to spend with family, experience something we had never done before, and make memories that would last a lifetime. It was 4:00 on friday morning when we got up to get ready and pack for our trip. I showered, and my brother and I gave our stuff to our dad to pack in the car. The ride down was four hours
My dad was telling me that they fought really hard, but I told myself,”How hard could it possibly be?” So, I casted my line into the water and started reeling in slowly. It took me about ten casts until I caught my first fish. My dad was right in telling me the fish fought pretty hard, because I had trouble getting it in. Eventually I got it on the shore and had no clue trout were one of the slimiest freshwater fish out there. So, I unhooked it from the lure and released it back into the water no problem. As the day went on I didn’t have much luck anymore. I had only caught 3 more trout after my first one. The siren rang for us to stop fishing for the night at 7:00, so we went back to the cabin that my gramps and uncle John were staying in. They made us a simple dinner consisting of hot dogs and chips because it was our first night there and no one wanted to make a “gourmet” dinner. We finished eating, said our goodnights, and went back to the tent to
One thing that did stink was that we had to shower. Usually when people go camping you’re not supposed to shower because it is all about the wilderness. Anyways, there was only ice cold water or there was blazing hot water to shower with, so it was a painful shower that woke me up even more than the excitement for fishing. Shortly after the shower, it was time to go down to the water and start fishing again. The alarm sounds at 7:30 AM that allows us to fish. It was about 7:28 and all of us were getting impatient throwing rocks in the stream. When the alarm sounded it was like listening to the most beautiful sound you’ve heard in your life; it was music to my ears. The first three casts I took I caught three fish, yet my brother couldn’t seem to get as much as a nibble. My brother and I had a competition the whole weekend about who could catch the most fish. Those three fish I caught pulled me ahead of him. It had gotten him really frustrated he couldn’t get a nibble, but I was laughing at him knowing I had pulled