I did not actually want to run because my dad was as fast as Olympic sprinter in my young eyes, I wanted to go fishing in the pond. I had never caught a fish at the pond before and I was pretty much convinced that the only fish that were in the pond were the ones that were stocked and then immediately caught within a week of being put in the pond. On this particular day I did not care because I desperately needed something to keep me busy. With all of this in mind I put my fishing rod, lure, and pliers in the car because that is all I needed if I was not going to catch any fish. I also did not bring my tackle box or a camera. Then I got into the car and my dad and I drove off to the pond down all the same roads to my old school, so I knew all of the different scenery like the back of my hand, but at the end we took one different turn into the parking lot of the pond.

I got out of the car and walked to the trunk to get my fishing rod and pliers. As my dad started running around the pond, I started walking. I did not walk far, just until I reached the dam. I knew that this was the spot where I was most likely to catch a fish, even though I knew there were not any fish. I knew the dam was the best spot because the wind was blowing straight towards it, meaning that the small fish would be blown by the wind and the big fish would follow. 

So, I made my first cast towards the dam trying hard to avoid my inevitable fate of putting my line in the trees lying in front of the dam; nonetheless, I kept cast to where I thought the fish would be. Then, I got my line stuck in the trees for the first time, but I got super lucky and was able to pull my lure out of the tree with no damage to the line or the lure itself. I then kept casting my lure as close to the tree, but not get the line tangled. I was mostly successful at not getting it stuck or if I did get it stuck pulling it out, but one time I messed up my cast and the lure went straight into the tree. This created a humongous problem for me because I was trying incredibly hard not to get my feet wet by going into the pond. The way that I finally got my lure out was by jabbing my rod at the fallen tree where my lure was stuck, so the tip of my rod would push the hooks out of the wood.

Some time later, after I had repeated this process many times, I thought my lure got stuck on a branch underwater of the fallen tree. I started reeling in the lure until it would hopefully come out of the tree. The funny thing was that I kept reeling and the line had as much tension in it as my brain while trying to finish my homework, but was not stuck. At this moment a bass that seemed to me to be the size of a small car leaped out of the water and shook its head violently in the bright sunlight. I realized that this bass was connected to my line and I started freaking out. I had to refocus on bringing the fish to the share and not having the lure fall out of the fish's mouth.

Once I had the fish on the shore and I had returned from the dream-like state of hooking the fish, I looked around for someone walking on the path that might have a camera because I did not have mine and I thought there would be no fish. There was only one guy walking on the path, so I screamed down the path, “do you have a camera!” while I was just standing there holding a three and a half pound fish, but he said he did not have a camera. This forced me to throw the fish back leaving me with only a story, that’s all I had just a story that people might not even believe. 

A few minutes later, I looked down the path and I saw my dad running around the curve of the path nearing the end of his run, so I yelled, “dad you're not going to believe what I caught!” I knew when we got in the car I would have to tell him the story of the fish I caught in full detail and hope that he would believe my story.