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Fish Story

Yesterday, I caught a fish. I never have before, at least, not that I remember.

It’s always bothered me a bit that I have Dillon get my pole all ready, and this time, I was doing it myself. I put on the sinkers, tied on the hook, put on the power bait, and cast my pole into the water.

The lake had recently been stocked. I didn’t feel anything on my pole, and then it got snagged in a bush shortly off shore, so I reeled it in.

And there, on the end of my line, was a fish. A fish! It was a large mouth bass, according to Dillon.

I was too squeamish to actually touch the fish, get the hook out of its mouth, and throw it back into the water–I let Dillon do all that. But nonetheless, I caught a fish. My first fish ever.

And, like all good fish stories, I forgot my camera. So you’ll never know how big it was . . .

Okay. It was about three inches long. But it was a fish! That’s what matters.

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One thought on “Fish Story

  1. My siblings and I are planning an ice fishing trip this winter. I’ve never been, but I think it is going to be great. You guys should come!

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