Discriptive essay on a day I will never forget
Unforgettable Fishing Trip
I remember it like it was yesterday blood was everywhere; my pants leg was soaked and weighted down from the bleeding. The bottom of the truck had turned into a crimson sea of red. The throbbing in my thigh had been replaced with numbness and nausea. As everything started to fade, I remember my cousin Joe saying over and over in a nervous voice, "You will be okay, just hang in There..." Fishing is one of my favorite things to do but there is one fishing trip that I will never forget.
Earlier that day, my cousin Joe, called and talked me into a fishing trip. Normally, it did not take much coercing or twisting of my arm to get me on the water, but it was the hottest days we had in awhile. It was June of 2002 and I lived in Baltimore at the time. Joe came up with the brilliant idea of night fishing, and assured me the monster bass were on the prowl in the cool evening. We gathered our back packs and tackle boxes and loaded them with our favorite fishing gear, filled the cooler with food and beer, and purchased enough bait to catch every fish in the reservoir. This had become a monthly ritual, which usually ended with a lake full of overfed fish and two over indulged fishermen walking through the woods at night.
Later that evening, we were at Loch Raven, and after a few hours of goofing off, we decided to feed our selves, instead of feeding the fish. Joe pulled some sandwiches out of the cooler. The only light we had were two lanterns used to attract bugs, which in-turn would attract fish, or so that was the theory. It seemed to only attract bug spray in our case. Unfortunately, the lanterns were also known to be beacons for any nearby snakes, particularly water moccasins.
Somewhere between sandwich numbers two and three, Joe caught a glimpse of what he described, "as the biggest snake he had ever seen" swimming in the water. Joe seemed genuinely upset, since I had ate all I could and was ready to do some more fishing I suggested we move.
I remember it like it was yesterday blood was everywhere; my pants leg was soaked and weighted down from the bleeding. The bottom of the truck had turned into a crimson sea of red. The throbbing in my thigh had been replaced with numbness and nausea. As everything started to fade, I remember my cousin Joe saying over and over in a nervous voice, "You will be okay, just hang in There..." Fishing is one of my favorite things to do but there is one fishing trip that I will never forget.
Earlier that day, my cousin Joe, called and talked me into a fishing trip. Normally, it did not take much coercing or twisting of my arm to get me on the water, but it was the hottest days we had in awhile. It was June of 2002 and I lived in Baltimore at the time. Joe came up with the brilliant idea of night fishing, and assured me the monster bass were on the prowl in the cool evening. We gathered our back packs and tackle boxes and loaded them with our favorite fishing gear, filled the cooler with food and beer, and purchased enough bait to catch every fish in the reservoir. This had become a monthly ritual, which usually ended with a lake full of overfed fish and two over indulged fishermen walking through the woods at night.
Later that evening, we were at Loch Raven, and after a few hours of goofing off, we decided to feed our selves, instead of feeding the fish. Joe pulled some sandwiches out of the cooler. The only light we had were two lanterns used to attract bugs, which in-turn would attract fish, or so that was the theory. It seemed to only attract bug spray in our case. Unfortunately, the lanterns were also known to be beacons for any nearby snakes, particularly water moccasins.
Somewhere between sandwich numbers two and three, Joe caught a glimpse of what he described, "as the biggest snake he had ever seen" swimming in the water. Joe seemed genuinely upset, since I had ate all I could and was ready to do some more fishing I suggested we move.