Personal Narrative About Fishing

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Cedar Lake, Lawton, Michigan. Where it all began. Fishing is my passion and my favorite thing to do. I will pick fishing over almost anything! Today was the day where my passion would be ignited. Early on a brisk Saturday morning, I heard my dad whisper into my ear. “Ethan, wake up! Time to go fishing bud!” My dad murmured quietly as to not wake anyone else up.
“But I’m tired dad. Ughh.” I groaned.
I wished I could sleep in longer but the urge to fish brought me reluctantly crawling out of bed. My dad had breakfast made already and was drinking his usual morning coffee when I came out. I got dressed as quick as I could and scarfed down my scrambled eggs.
I had been to my grandparents house countless times before but had never really cared about fishing. Every time we were there I had seen my dad out on the dock casting away. He would always come back with a basket full of bright, slippery fish that I later learned were called bluegill.
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I took the worm and dangled it in the water expecting a fish to come up and bite it right away.
My dad laughed and said, “What are you doing bud? You have to put it on the hook first!”
I giggled back, “Oh! No wonder I didn’t get any bites!” This was completely new to me so it took some practice. I didn’t want to hurt the worm so I had my dad thread it onto the hook. He handed me the rod with the slimy, wriggling worm on the hook and I flung it out as far as I could. I saw the bobber moving back and forth and up and down! My dad yelled, “SET THE HOOK!” I had no idea what he was talking about so I just jerked the rod pointlessly. I started reeling it in but quickly realized there wasn’t a fish, or a worm for that matter, on the pointy