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Personal Narrative Essay: Pig Lake

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It was a beautiful day. The breeze was from the west and I was heading up north to go fishing. No, I wasn’t going to go by myself. In fact, I was going with a friend name Luke Jones. We arrived at about noon hoping we would fish till dark. We went to the first lake called Pig Lake in Lard County. The day started off rough as I snapped Luke’s line as I was going back to cast. At first he though it was a weed or a fish but found out I hooked his line. About an hour and zero fish we decided to go for some bass. As I threw the frog a bass hit and I set a hook but I smacked him in the face but missed the fish. Five minutes later we decided to leave and go to a different lake. After we got to the lake we got to one spot and we got some good sunfish.
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