FISH Tremble When We Come Near...
The day was almost perfect! The air was clear and crisp. Morning mist was wafting over the grass and the water with the sun just peeking up over the eastern horizon. We were hoping to be the first ones at our fishing hole, the ones to bring breakfast to the fish, breakfast with a hook! We were a little bit disappointed to find our fishing hole was the gathering spot for some big overnight Boy Scout event. There were scouts and tents all around the fishing pond. Fortunately, none of the scouts seemed interested in fishing. And, as you can see from the glass-like smoothness of the water, none of the scouts seemed inclined to disturb any fishing opportunities by throwing rocks in the water.
We picked a strategic point for our attack and commenced to taunt and tempt the fish. "Here fishy fishy fishy! We have fat and juicy Canadian nightcrawlers for you."
After a brief set up and time to get ourselves oriented, the contest of wits and skill began.
At first the fish were winning. They managed to pluck quite a few worms from our hooks before we finally got down to business.
It wasn't too long before we all had a little bit of action. Of course, none of the fish were any bigger than half a hand, but we had a good time.
2 comments:
It sounds like you had a fun fishing trip! Very discriptive writing...I felt like I was there!
I think it's time to update your blog! :) I've read this post way too many times.
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