Fishin' Trip

19 November 2012

Ms. Harmon Kristen Yarbrough

English 10

Fishin’ Trip

The sun is shining through the trees and the crickets are singing down by the water by this time summer was finally here to begin my first experience of fishing with my daddy.  As summer rolled around my daddy and his family and friends had a tradition the being of summer they would gather together every weekend and go fishing at Wappanoka. When I was younger my dad use to always say “Kristen Brooke is going to grow up to be just like her daddy.’’

            As much as my mother disagreed my daddy would do the complete opposite. I have been waiting for this moment all day long. Being out of the lake crusing, relaxing on the boat is what we live for.  Driving to the lake with the windows rolled down feeling the fresh, cool breeze blowing through my hair, blasting the music, humming along to some ole’ Haggard song we pulled down the red dirt road seeing in the distance the entrance that stood “Welcome to Wappanoka.’’

As we walked to the pier we sat our tackle box’s down and as my daddy taught me how to bait a hook he warned me “You are gonna get dirty, but don’t worry a little dirt won’t hurt.’’

 Casting our fishing poles into the clear water my dad stopped to tell me as for this place being my first time to experience fishing, this is where his dadtook him for the first time and this is where he also learned how to bait a hook. So as I was bonding with my dad all these memories flashed through my dads head and began to carry on and on with all the times he was a child. There how they were similar to the time he is spending with me. There is a lot of  history behide this lake. Many trees have been here for years. Down by the pier between the water and the bridge there is a giant tree, no matter if you are the best fisherman or the worse someone always tangkes there line in the branches. That tree didn’t like my dad nor did it like my ganfather. Everytime they would cast their line it always broke off.  As for my hard headedness you can see I get it from my daddy.

As the sun is goin down the stars are twinling down my dad yelled from the truck, “It’s time to go lil one.’’

As much as I didn’t want to leave, I darted to the truck. On the car ride home, I remember my dad smiling at me saying ‘’I’m so pround to call you my little girl.’’ Said my dad in a whinning voice.

I looked at him and said “I woulndn’t change it for anything.’’

On the way home my dad and me, blasting the radio, windows down, with the A/C cranked, still humming along to that ole Haggard song.