Do you think I cot a fish my first time fishing, I am going to tell you guys what my story is going to be about my first time fishing. One day I went to Horse Creek Lake with my dad we went trout fishing. My dad has always fish over there that was my first time going over there fishing.
My first time going fishing
I was going to Horse Creek Lake with my dad. On the way there we stop and got something to eat. Then we got there we started to put the boat in the water, but I forgot fishing rod in the truck. So I had to go and get it so we could hurry, and put the boat in the water because me and my dad wanted to go fishing so bad. I got my fishing rod then we slowly started to get the boat off the trailer, so we could troll around and fish. That was my first time ever fishing I was so excited to go fishing for my first time.
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The bad thing about it quit playing with it and I said there goes my first fish I was so mad because I did not catch, but my dad said we are not leaving in till you catch one he said I tell you what I will take you to one of my hot spots. Well he took me to one of his hotspots, He well just wait here we are going to catch one I was like so happy because I thought I was going to catch one. I look at my dad he was happy too for me I said why are you happy I haven’t got nothing yet he said you just wait I said why are we moving I have a trick to get you a fish I said ok. Then we started to troll around the lake so we could get a trout I casted my line and it started to jerk so I grab it and I did and jerk it I started to reel fast I kept on getting it closer to the boat, and finally I got it in it was a catfish I was so happy but my dad said it that is not a trout, and I stared to get mad because of
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