The one that got away
This is the tale of the one that got away. My favorite place to fish is my grandpa’s dock in Eagle Bay, New York.
Three ago in the summer I was fishing on my grandpa’s dock when I hooked a foot long fish. The fish starts to drag me off the dock and into the lake!
‘‘Dad help!’’ I yelled loudly to my D ad. My dad comes thundering to me. He starts to drag me away from the edge of the dock as I reeled the fish in. I handed the rod to my dad very quickly. He reeled the fish.
‘‘It’s a lake trout!’’ He yelled excitedly to me. I darted to get a 5-gallon bucket. I filled it half way full. My Dad unhooked the fish and dropped the fish in the bucket. I cast again while my Dad went to tell my family about the fish. I hooked nothing. I went to look at the lake trout. It was gone!
‘‘Dad it’s gone!’’ I yelled to him. He thundered to the dock
‘‘ It must have jumped into the lake’’ he said. That’s the story of the one that got away.
