I get to the lake and it takes me back to when I was a kid. Bass Fishing is probably my favorite thing to do. I can see the fog rising off of the water. I hear the boat as it skims the very top of the water, trolling to the spot I know best. I can see the bright orange sun as it rises. As I get to the tree that has fallen I see three deer just wandering around looking for something to eat, and I think how I wish I had my bow with me. As I approach the spot I know best I start tying on my artificial zoom worm. I cast out and wait with anticipation. I move my rod to make it seem like the worm is actually alive. Boom! I feel a tug on my rod so I lean forward then set the hook. As I am reeling it in I see the bass jump out of the water, my heart is pounding. I get him in the boat and hold him up as my dad takes a picture. …show more content…
There are always a lot of uncertainties when it comes to fishing. You are never guaranteed that you will catch anything. I unload the boat from the truck and almost step on a copperhead as is hisses at me. As I am looking at the time when my dad and I get in the boat we both realized that neither one of us brought something to eat or drink. When we are drifting along I start to get really cold, and I do not have a jacket to keep myself warm. We get to the perfect fishing spot and my dad forgot all of his fishing tackle so he has to use my stuff. As I am tying on my worm getting ready to cast out I accidentally poke my finger with the hook. On my very first cast I catch one, but it is not as big as I thought it was. After that first fish we probably fished for at least two more hours and I didn’t feel anything, so we went to a different spot. When we do I cast out and get hung in a tree. Daddy looks at me and I can tell by the expression on his face he is ready to