Going Fishing
My grandfather was always the type of guy who wasn’t afraid of hunting.
When I was about 10, my brother Josh and I were invited to go fishing with him. I had never gone fishing before. I had no clue how to do it, and I was afraid of hurting the fish.
“ I think you’ll have a lot of fun fishing. You have to be patient while fishing, though.” Grandpop told us while we got situated in the car. I was still nervous, though, but I knew if Grandpop said it was fun, it would be.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the park. It had a small pond, with a few green saw grass bushes sticking out of the water. In the middle of the pond, there was a fountain that went off and on every 15 minutes. “This is where we’re going to fish,” Grandpop said as he put down the fishing rods, cooler, and bait. …show more content…
Don’t worry, honey. You’ll get it soon.” Grandpop told me.
I casted like Josh, but I just dropped it into the water again! This time, a guppy swam up, and then it stole the bait!
“Really?!” I said, looking at my hook. “Well, at least a fish got a meal.”
Grandpop, seeing how much trouble I was having, came over and helped me.
“Grandpop! I caught one!” Josh exclaimed, reeling in a Sunny.
“Awesome! I’ll help you unhook it when I’m done helping your sister.”
Grandpop turned back to me. He took my hands and helped position them, then helped me cast. We did this a few times, and then I tried it on my own. I did it! I made it all the way out to the middle of the pond!
“Great job, honey!” He exclaimed. I was proud, and thankful that Grandpop helped me.
“Thank you for teaching me how to fish, Grandpop.” I said on the way home.
“Yeah, it was really fun!” Josh said to Grandpop.
“You’re welcome! I knew you guys would have fun.” Grandpop told us, smiling. This happened around two years ago, and fishing is still something I really enjoy. I especially enjoy when me and my grandpop go fishing, because it reminds me of how far I’ve come from fishing for my first
My grandfather was always the type of guy who wasn’t afraid of hunting.
When I was about 10, my brother Josh and I were invited to go fishing with him. I had never gone fishing before. I had no clue how to do it, and I was afraid of hurting the fish.
“ I think you’ll have a lot of fun fishing. You have to be patient while fishing, though.” Grandpop told us while we got situated in the car. I was still nervous, though, but I knew if Grandpop said it was fun, it would be.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the park. It had a small pond, with a few green saw grass bushes sticking out of the water. In the middle of the pond, there was a fountain that went off and on every 15 minutes. “This is where we’re going to fish,” Grandpop said as he put down the fishing rods, cooler, and bait. …show more content…
Don’t worry, honey. You’ll get it soon.” Grandpop told me.
I casted like Josh, but I just dropped it into the water again! This time, a guppy swam up, and then it stole the bait!
“Really?!” I said, looking at my hook. “Well, at least a fish got a meal.”
Grandpop, seeing how much trouble I was having, came over and helped me.
“Grandpop! I caught one!” Josh exclaimed, reeling in a Sunny.
“Awesome! I’ll help you unhook it when I’m done helping your sister.”
Grandpop turned back to me. He took my hands and helped position them, then helped me cast. We did this a few times, and then I tried it on my own. I did it! I made it all the way out to the middle of the pond!
“Great job, honey!” He exclaimed. I was proud, and thankful that Grandpop helped me.
“Thank you for teaching me how to fish, Grandpop.” I said on the way home.
“Yeah, it was really fun!” Josh said to Grandpop.
“You’re welcome! I knew you guys would have fun.” Grandpop told us, smiling. This happened around two years ago, and fishing is still something I really enjoy. I especially enjoy when me and my grandpop go fishing, because it reminds me of how far I’ve come from fishing for my first