The sun sets above us as we cast our line in . The mountains surround us. As they shrug their shoulders, the gentle clouds roll over above. The smell of the salty water hit me first. I saw giant fish gliding through the water.
I noticed the gloomy grey sky above us. The fish were slithering at the bottom it was cold morning it didn't help that there was freezing breeze. Then I felt a small but gentle tug from a fish under us. I felt so excited it was like a mind explosion. Was it thin and long or was it small or big?
I clutched my hands on to the rod. I got ready, suddenly... there was a massive tug. I struggled to keep a grip of the rod. I finally pulled the magnificent fish out of the water. “I have caught my first fish,” I yelled out. I was so excited and I felt so proud. Then I saw a small tug on my brother’s fishing rod. He slowly started to pull the fish in. he slowly wheeled the fish in... it sprang out of the water like a kangaroo onto the wharf. It was a baby fish.
Dad said we would have to throw it back in. ”Never mind,” dad said. “You’ll get another one”.