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My First Fish

Here is a memory that will always be in my heart. My family was big on fishing. My grandparents loved it. My parents loved it. My cousins loved it. I loved it. My grandpa had a worm bed that he was so proud of. Our favorite part of fishing was when we got to go out and get the worms. We got to find the biggest and juiciest and put them in our little Tupperware to carry with us to the canal.

It was my first time that I would actually fish on my own. I had my own little pole that was pink or something hotly like that. My grandpa showed me how string the worm onto the hook so that it will stay there. It was gross at first but you get used to it. So, I get the worm on there and cast my line. And I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally my pole started to shake! I got so excited!

My grandpa talked me through what to do. He kept telling me that can't just reel them in right away. I had to do a little give and take so they are tired out and will fight less. (I am pretty sure I remember hearing a joke pertaining to it being like trying to get a woman but it escapes me who said it. My guess would have been my cousin Al) I start in on my war with the fish. After about 5 minutes of this tug of war with the fish, I can finally see it! So, I reel him up to us and he is a smaller fish but I was still so proud! He was a 6 inch long catfish and I decided to call him Fred. My grandparents and dad were so excited for me! It was a great day and even better night. Fred was on the menu that night. And he tasted good.

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