Madison N.'s Memoir

The Wacky Fishing Trip

It all started on a Wednesday in a breezy September. My mom and I were each cuddled up on the couch watching our favorite tv program.  Suddenly, my dad came bounding in through the door with a huge smile on his face. "Tatyana!" he exclaimed."It is a beautiful day to go fishing; grab your pole!" I felt myself getting very exited because I love fishing. I like to wind my materials together to create my own flies.  I like baiting my line,and I like how relaxing the fishig experience is. That is..... until I get there.Have you ever planned to something and be the absolute best at it, and when you got there something happens that completely ruins that plan?Well, that happened on that day.

After my dad and I finished packing all of our fishing flies,poles and other things we needed,we started towards the river.We hiked down the trail, packing all of our supplies.Even though it was a breezy September day,I could feel the underneath of my hair getting damp,and a few drops of sweat popping up on my forehead.These packs were heavy!

When we arrived at the river,we selected a spot where we thought we might have the best luck.My shoes were sinking in the banks of the loose sand at the base of the river. There were rocks jutting out of the river and the sound of water was already relaxing me. Listening closely, every once in awhile you could hear the sound of splashing water from a jumping fish.Ijust knew that if I could get to the itself, that I can land the perfect fish.I moved closer to the edge of the river.Icould hear the sand squishing beneath my sneakers I could feel the occasional spray from the merine life in the water.

But still, I didn't feel I was at a good enough place to get my line in the deepest part of the river,where I was positive my record breaking fish would be. Suddenly, I spotted it! A rock jutting from the depths of the river that looked like the perfect spot to catch my fish. My mind started racing, and I frantically began looking for ways to get to the rock.I finally spotted three stepping stones to gain access to the rock that would surley bring me to my award winning fish.

 I carefully stepped onto the first stone-so far so good.I could see myself with the wonderful fish at the end of my line.Second stone-oh how proud my mother would be to what I am going to bring home for supper! Third stone-oh how yummy my fish is going to taste.Last stone-the stone I was going to catch my fish on.Then, as if in slow motion,I felt my foot slide on some kind of gunky,slimy material and the next thing I know is-SPLASH!!!!!!!

My clothes,hair,shoes,entire body were saturated with the cold river water.I pushed the dripping hair from my eyes andsputtered out the murkey water.The splash I made was quite large and quite noisy. So much for my prize winning fish.I'm sure I scared away every fish in the area. My dad laughed and said,"Well,looks like were done for the day". This was the perfect example of planning to be the best fisherman and having that plan foiled by a slimy,slippery rock.