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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Nature & Wildlife
- Published: 09/28/2016
It was a hot summer afternoon. It was the last school assembly of the year. The gym was as hot as a desert and everyone was sweating like dogs. The graduation was as long as a movie. After we left the three-hour long graduation, I remembered something. It was time for my first actual fishing trip. My father had already packed up our grandparents’ van and was parked near the school. “Are you ready to have fun?” he asked me. In my empty head, I thought to myself, No, I’m absolutely not. There is no fast wi-fi, lots of mosquitos, slimy fish, blood from the fish, gigantic lakes, long hikes up hills, and towns ten to twenty miles apart. Definitely not for me, but instead I said to him, “I sure am, Dad.”
We jumped in the magnificent white van. At the time, it was the color of a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. The journey had begun. As we were leaving, a part of me thought, 'Goodbye comforts of home.' We were on the long endless highway for around three hours, intially. We stopped at a Taco Bell for the last time before we drove away from it. We stayed the night at a Hilton hotel in a warm, cozy bed and left the next morning for Minnesota. The trip on the road was very boring. We tried to play I-spy but it got boring very quick. We stayed in Minnesota and the next morning we realized something. This was the last leg of the ride. We rode in the car until we reached International Falls, MN. We stopped at a restaurant called the Chocolate Moose. They had gigantic wild rice pancakes that were fluffy and melted in your mouth.
The border crossing was very long. I was not in that big of a hurry, but my father was. Once across, we traveled on a road that was surrounded by trees like a fortress wall. There was nothing but trees for miles. Eventually, we saw a moose crossing sign. We stopped at the town along the road and saw a Tim Horton’s. We picked up some yummy donuts in the shape of stars and kept driving for another fourty five minutes. Once there, I saw the most beautiful sight. The view was over a lake. The sight was amazing. The sky was a light blue. The birds were chirping their songs. The water was murky but sparkled under sunlight. The sun was as hot as a stove. The fluffy white clouds that looked like cotton candy blocked out most of the light. We stayed in a “father and son” cabin named Canada Jay. The cabin was pretty small, but it felt safe. It had a T.V, stove, refrigerator, table, master bedroom, secondary bedroom, bathroom, and storage closet. We unpacked the car and began to go into the cabin. Suddenly we were swarmed by mosquitos. We had to spray anti-itch ointment on the bug bites.
The next morning, the sun poked its head out of the clouds and began to shine. It was as cold as a meat locker. We both had to put on many layers of clothing. The boat was not as fast as a race car, but not as slow as a scooter. It was as fast as a van. Traveling across the lake was very cold. We arrived at our first stop. It was a steep hill leading to Buzzard Lake. The climb to the hill was as hard as a final project.
After the exhausting climb up, the lake was right in front of us and it was magnificent. The sight was as pretty as a new rose. The mosquitos, on the other hand, were as deadly as a bee hive when the bees are angry. We went across the lake, zooming past the small islands. We came upon a rock wall, as high as a twenty-five story building. The sky then turned all white. The fluffy clouds had become thick. The sun had not left yet and tried to seep through tiny holes in the sky. We started to move the boat closer to the wall and waited. Fishing is not always about immediately catching fish, but more of a waiting game. So after waiting a good amount of time, we started to move. My dad thought that he had to drag the end of the line on or near the bottom of the lake floor. I then felt a small tug on the end of my fishing pole. My dad thought it was just hitting bottom, but in reality, I actually had caught my first fish.
“Dad I caught a fish,” I said to him. “No son, you’re just hitting the bottom,” he replied back. “No Dad, I actually have a fish on my line,” I said in excitement. Once out of the water, my father told me it was a lake trout. The fish sparkled in the sunlight. Every individual scale sparkled like a crystal. The feeling of the fish was very slimy. The fish slime stuck to my hand. The hook was lodged deep into the fish’s mouth. Once the hook was out, it was time to take a picture. At the time I did not know how to hold a fish properly, so I squeezed it. After we got a few photos, it was time to let the fish go. I got to throw the fish in the water. The sound the fish made when it made contact with the water sounded like a very bad belly flop. I was very happy to see that I could actually catch a fish.
I caught fish for the rest of the day while my dad drove the boat. Some were a deep green like the color of grass, but others were a gold color. They shone like an Olympic medal.
After the clouds left, the sun came out. Because it had been very hot, we decided to take off a few layers of clothing. After a while, we decided it was time to head in. We fished the rest of the week. It seemed to go too fast, like a speeding race car. I did not want to leave when Saturday came along. We got in the not so magnificent white van, because it was covered in bugs at his point, and drove home. On the way home, we stopped at a Taco John’s and had burritos. When we got back to Indiana, I could not wait for air conditioning and my warm bed, but part of me wanted to stay in Canada. So at that moment, I knew I would go back every single year, even with the long boring trip, slow wi-fi, lots of mosquitos and slimy fish.
Canada Trip(Luke Friesner)
It was a hot summer afternoon. It was the last school assembly of the year. The gym was as hot as a desert and everyone was sweating like dogs. The graduation was as long as a movie. After we left the three-hour long graduation, I remembered something. It was time for my first actual fishing trip. My father had already packed up our grandparents’ van and was parked near the school. “Are you ready to have fun?” he asked me. In my empty head, I thought to myself, No, I’m absolutely not. There is no fast wi-fi, lots of mosquitos, slimy fish, blood from the fish, gigantic lakes, long hikes up hills, and towns ten to twenty miles apart. Definitely not for me, but instead I said to him, “I sure am, Dad.”
We jumped in the magnificent white van. At the time, it was the color of a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. The journey had begun. As we were leaving, a part of me thought, 'Goodbye comforts of home.' We were on the long endless highway for around three hours, intially. We stopped at a Taco Bell for the last time before we drove away from it. We stayed the night at a Hilton hotel in a warm, cozy bed and left the next morning for Minnesota. The trip on the road was very boring. We tried to play I-spy but it got boring very quick. We stayed in Minnesota and the next morning we realized something. This was the last leg of the ride. We rode in the car until we reached International Falls, MN. We stopped at a restaurant called the Chocolate Moose. They had gigantic wild rice pancakes that were fluffy and melted in your mouth.
The border crossing was very long. I was not in that big of a hurry, but my father was. Once across, we traveled on a road that was surrounded by trees like a fortress wall. There was nothing but trees for miles. Eventually, we saw a moose crossing sign. We stopped at the town along the road and saw a Tim Horton’s. We picked up some yummy donuts in the shape of stars and kept driving for another fourty five minutes. Once there, I saw the most beautiful sight. The view was over a lake. The sight was amazing. The sky was a light blue. The birds were chirping their songs. The water was murky but sparkled under sunlight. The sun was as hot as a stove. The fluffy white clouds that looked like cotton candy blocked out most of the light. We stayed in a “father and son” cabin named Canada Jay. The cabin was pretty small, but it felt safe. It had a T.V, stove, refrigerator, table, master bedroom, secondary bedroom, bathroom, and storage closet. We unpacked the car and began to go into the cabin. Suddenly we were swarmed by mosquitos. We had to spray anti-itch ointment on the bug bites.
The next morning, the sun poked its head out of the clouds and began to shine. It was as cold as a meat locker. We both had to put on many layers of clothing. The boat was not as fast as a race car, but not as slow as a scooter. It was as fast as a van. Traveling across the lake was very cold. We arrived at our first stop. It was a steep hill leading to Buzzard Lake. The climb to the hill was as hard as a final project.
After the exhausting climb up, the lake was right in front of us and it was magnificent. The sight was as pretty as a new rose. The mosquitos, on the other hand, were as deadly as a bee hive when the bees are angry. We went across the lake, zooming past the small islands. We came upon a rock wall, as high as a twenty-five story building. The sky then turned all white. The fluffy clouds had become thick. The sun had not left yet and tried to seep through tiny holes in the sky. We started to move the boat closer to the wall and waited. Fishing is not always about immediately catching fish, but more of a waiting game. So after waiting a good amount of time, we started to move. My dad thought that he had to drag the end of the line on or near the bottom of the lake floor. I then felt a small tug on the end of my fishing pole. My dad thought it was just hitting bottom, but in reality, I actually had caught my first fish.
“Dad I caught a fish,” I said to him. “No son, you’re just hitting the bottom,” he replied back. “No Dad, I actually have a fish on my line,” I said in excitement. Once out of the water, my father told me it was a lake trout. The fish sparkled in the sunlight. Every individual scale sparkled like a crystal. The feeling of the fish was very slimy. The fish slime stuck to my hand. The hook was lodged deep into the fish’s mouth. Once the hook was out, it was time to take a picture. At the time I did not know how to hold a fish properly, so I squeezed it. After we got a few photos, it was time to let the fish go. I got to throw the fish in the water. The sound the fish made when it made contact with the water sounded like a very bad belly flop. I was very happy to see that I could actually catch a fish.
I caught fish for the rest of the day while my dad drove the boat. Some were a deep green like the color of grass, but others were a gold color. They shone like an Olympic medal.
After the clouds left, the sun came out. Because it had been very hot, we decided to take off a few layers of clothing. After a while, we decided it was time to head in. We fished the rest of the week. It seemed to go too fast, like a speeding race car. I did not want to leave when Saturday came along. We got in the not so magnificent white van, because it was covered in bugs at his point, and drove home. On the way home, we stopped at a Taco John’s and had burritos. When we got back to Indiana, I could not wait for air conditioning and my warm bed, but part of me wanted to stay in Canada. So at that moment, I knew I would go back every single year, even with the long boring trip, slow wi-fi, lots of mosquitos and slimy fish.
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