Personal Narrative On Fishing

Nicklas Hernandez

Ms. Taylor

ENGL 1301

20 September, 2017

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When I was about the age of 13 my dad took me fishing at his favorite fishing spot. We didn’t spend a lot of time together, I thought he was a little too mean instead I would usually talk to my mom. My mom would always tell me that I should spend more time with him, but I just didn’t like to be around him because he always came off as really strict.

My family always attended church and we always participated in the events that they had going on. Well my church had a father and son fishing contest, and my mom insisted that me and my dad took part in it. I told her I didn’t want to do it, and that I hated fishing. My mother told me “It would make your dad really happy if

you too spent more time together.” I responded “That would be fine, but why do we have to do something so boring like fishing?’ “You Know your father loves fishing. Why don’t you try doing something that he likes to do instead of doing what you like all the time?” Finally I gave in, “Fine I guess I could go, but I better not be stuck with the messed up rod.”

The contest was just a couple of days away and my dad asked if I would like to go get the bait for the trip with him.

I said yes, and we drove down to the run down big green building that smelled like someone let one rip. We walked in the store and were greeted by a man wearing an apron. “How can I help you today?” The man asked, “Could we get two tubes of your best bait.” My dad responded. The man left to go retrieve the bait and while he is gone my dad begins to tell me about when he was a kid. He said “I remember when I was your age, I would go fishing with my old man every other weekend. That was the only time I could really talk to him. He was a mean man and he never cared about what I liked only that I stayed out of trouble.” The man had came back with our bait, “Your total is $32.15, how would you like to pay?” My dad paid the man and be

left.

On the way home from the store, I couldn’t help but think about what he said. “Was my dad really like me when he was little?” I thought. “Then why is he always so mean all the time?” The day of the contest had come and my dad woke me up super early. “We need to go out early to beat the others” He insisted. So we packed all the stuff and headed out. “Where are we going?” “I'm taking you to me and my old man's lucky spot.”

We set out the canoes and headed down river.

“There are some monsters in here!” my dad exclaimed. We fished for about six hours straight and didn’t catch anything but a couple of small Perch and a turtle. “How long are we going to stay out here? I starting to smell like a fish just sitting here.” I told my dad. He replied: “Can we just wait a couple more minutes? I know there are some really big ones in here.” So we waited about ten or so minutes, and nothing. Then out of nowhere my line went screaming in the water. “Hey! Dad, come over here I got one!” I yelled. “Hold on tight son, I'm coming!” my dad said. My dad came and he told me what to do, and together we managed to pull in the biggest Gar I had ever

seen.

We went back to the church and presented our fish. “I think we have everyone beat this year.” I exclaimed. “Ok, the data is in. The winners of the father and son fishing contest are Nick and his Dad!” FIlled with joy my Dad and I went and received our awards, which was a trophy with a fish on top.