Thursday, 29 October 2015

Fishing

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”.



3 comments:

  1. Wow lots of Bright Sparks words! It reminds me when I went to Japan and I went fishing with my friends.

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  2. Thank you for writing this, the careful description took me back to my own childhood fishing in Marlborough Sounds. I love the way you describe this experience, that you struggled to keep a grip on the rod. That's exactly what it feels like catching a fish, from memory....it has been many years since I caught a fish admittedly. I never did like taking them off the hook....

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  3. Nice description Chris,
    It reminds me of when I used to go pier fishing at Golden Bay and I caught loads of small fish, I even fished in a starfish! Finally I caught a snapper, it was delicious.

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