Narrative Essay About Fishing

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I am not a very good fisher, and I don't necessarily like it a that much, to be honest it’s pretty boring, I don't know how fisherman do it. But sometimes me and my brother would fish, just to pass the time. Are parents were always hanging out with there friends on the beach— they were pretty much partying—.
It was a bright and shiny day few clouds to be seen on Pineview, the water was rough due to crowded waters. But that didn't matter much, because we were anchored in a cove that was great for fishing. My parents were on the beach with there friends partying and enjoying the golden rays. There wasn’t much to do for me and Chase— my older brother— so we got really bored, quickly. Chase decided to fish, Chase sadly beat me to the fishing pole before I even had the thought to fish, I had to wait until chase was done before I could use the pole. He moved to the bow of the boat — a good spot where we …show more content…

“Sure, just stay back until i'm done casting.” I was almost to the bow. He was in mid-cast, I was still a safe distance away from where Chase stood, I tried to stay out of his casting reach. With a long swing backwards and a sudden switch of motion almost as if he was whipping the water. I watched in awe. I tried to keep an eye on the hook as long as I could, but at some point in the cast, I lost sight of it.
“Where’d it land?” Chase surveyed the water with his eyes looking for a splash, or any indication of where it had landed. He followed the fishing line with his eyes, it snaked around to where I stood, as if it was all a big snake it clung to my face, biting my cheek.. He gave the pole a little tug, just to justify his eyesight. I felt my face move a little bit.
His face turned a ghastly white, he was a statue stuck in one position, a position of fear and despair. His mind must have taken a while to process what to do, because he sat there for what seemed like an

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