10/10/13

Megan Clifford
9/10/13
Mr. Joseph

Small Moment

It was a burning summer day at Canadian Lakes and the boats were whipping around the lake so fast I could not count.  The crystal clear water was sparkling in the 100 degree heat and I was on the dock fishing with my sister and cousin.  I flung my worm covered hook into the sparkling water and waited.  I looked into to the light green clear water and I saw fish swarming the hook everyone biting at the hook, pushing and bumping each other out of the way, the seen reminded me of ants attracted to a bread.  Thats when I felt a tug.  Pulled out of my day dream reacting quickly I reeled my line a fast as I could.  As the hook broke the surface I could see another flopping around, gasping for air blue gill struggling to stay alive.  I called for my mom who came over and took the struggling fish grasping it tightly in the palm of her hand.  She took the hook out of the fishes and through it back into the water.  I was just about to fling my line out again when I noticed all the bait was gone!  Slightly disappointed I ventured over to the only bait we had and the most disgusting at that, worms.  I laid my pol on the overcrowded dock and reached for a worm.  When I finally managed to grab one of the slippery creatures I cut it into two equal halves.  I folded one of the halves in half and slowly and carefully started to put it on my hook when my sister kicked my fishing pol (on accident)and the hook went into my left pointer finger.  I let out a scream as I struggled to take it out.  My mom turned upon hearing my scream and saw my finger gushing blood onto the rest of my hand.  That's when she rushed me upstairs to get my disgustingly bloody hand washed off and bandaged.  But all I new was that was the end of our fishing trip.