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Gone fishin'

By DAVID PYAVKA
fhspress.com Staff
Class of 2013

The day's catches are all lined up. Photo by David Pyavka.

The most amazing part of high school is the weekends. Nothing is better than having a few days of break from school.

Throughout the week, I hear many plans being made for the weekend. My plans usually stay the same. I gather up my fishing stuff and head to the mountains to catch fish. Though it appears simple, fishing is not what it seems.

The evening before I go, I have to prepare all the stuff and make sure that I have enough equipment in case I lose some. Also, I always make a trip to the store to buy worms, other necessary bait, then fuel up the car. Then, after taking a short nap, I wake up at 4 a.m. and load all the fishing stuff into the car. The trip takes three hours to reach my favorite fishing hole.

Finally, the long awaited moment: I toss in my line and sit patiently. I enjoy all of nature's beauty, while my bait creates a scent in the water. Then, as the sun creeps over the horizon, the fish, aroused by the smell of worms, begin to feed. One by one all of my fishing poles start twitching, indicating that there is a fish eating the worm.

After a hard yank on the pole I set the hook in the fish's mouth and start reeling the fish in. Pretty soon, I have my first fish and it's a beauty. I continue fishing until I have caught the legal limit. The day is a success. I go home with a full limit, and after cleaning and gutting the fish, I cook it. The dinner is delicious. Now all I need is to await the next weekend to go fishing again.

david.pyavka@fhspress.com

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