One sunny day during the summer of 2008, my uncle called me and asked if I wanted to go fishing with him. I said that I’d love to go; he told me that he’d pick me up around 12:30. I got ready and left to go fishing. When we arrived at the pond a man came out of the in front of the house in front of the pond and introduced himself. He said that his name was Tim and that he works with my uncle. Before he left, he told us that we could fish as long as we wanted and he vanished. My uncle and I started getting everything setup so we could start fishing. I grabbed my fishing rod, placed the bait on the hook, unfolded my chair, and waited for a fish. Tim saw me sitting by myself so he walked over to the dock to talk to me about some stuff; he started telling me about his most prized/special catfish, the albino catfish. The albino catfish lived …show more content…
in the pond and Tim said that he was very protective of it; he said if someone were to catch that fish he’d go nuts. I promised him that I’d try my best to avoid the albino catfish, after that Tim went back in his house. Hours passed without catching a single fish, my uncle and I were beginning to become bored and weary. My uncle told me that if we didn’t catch anything in the next 30 minutes we were going home, him saying this made me feel sad. I reeled in my line and asked him if I could get a fresh piece of bait; he said that I could and he put the fresh bait on the hook. I slowly walked back to the dock staring at the bait, hoping that one catfish would partake of it so I could go home happy. As soon as I made it back to the dock I quickly threw my line out into the pond and waited. Next thing I know my fishing rod started moving, I grabbed it and started reeling it in as fast as I could.
My uncle saw me and rushed over with his net to help me reel the catfish, we wrestled with the catfish for a couple of seconds before we finally got it on the dock. Whenever I saw the catfish my eyes got wide; it was the albino catfish. I warned my uncle about how special this catfish was to Tim and we try quickly to get the hook out of the catfish’s mouth and get it back in the pond, but before we could Tim came out. Whenever he saw that we had the albino catfish lying on the dock gasping for air he was furious. He starting yelling at us and even threatened to call the cops on us for theft; we throw the catfish back into the pond and watched it swim away. We then apologized and tried to explain to him that it was an accident and that we were going to throw it back in the pond as soon as we saw it. Tim accepted our apology and he later apologized for his rude and inappropriate rant. After that mishap, my uncle told me that we should go home; we gathered everything, put them in the truck, said goodbye to Tim, and headed
home.
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everything was packed, we carried out our cooler, rods, bait, and tackle boxes down to the dock. The sky was just beginning to turn a light gray color, and all the trees were standing still. We filled up the boat with our fishing supplies, and I untied the ropes from the dock. The boat was white and blue on the outside, with a matching interior. The engine was always a little slow starting, but that morning it fired on the first try.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
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