Narrative Essay About Fishing Research Paper

I was so excited that grandpa was finally taking me fishing. Ever since I saw the monster of a fish in his basement, I dreamt that one day we would catch a shark together. Friday night grandpa called me. I sat in the chair with the phone held to my face. I smile stretched from cheek to cheek when he said we were going to go fishing. That night I was hardly able to sleep. The anticipation of this momentous occasion filled my mind with dreams of the fish that I would see swimming in the crystal clear water around me. I envisioned sticking my head under the water and looking around as the aquatic life zoomed around me, then all the fish erupted in song- or maybe that was scenes from The Little Mermaid making a guest appearance in my elated state of dreams. Whatever it was, I could hardly anticipate what the next day had in store for me.
He picked me up in the wee hours of the morning. We rode in his pickup truck out to the lake. As we were driving around the perimeter of the lake I was able to
He started the motor gave me a thumbs-up as he pulled away from the pier. I grasped my hat and held it over my little ears. I hoped the motor didn’t scare away all the big fish. Grandpa drove the boat really fast. He zoomed it around the lake so fast, I was afraid I would fly away. It was the mid-morning and grandpa decided it was time to get our lines on the water. We arrived at his secret fishing spot, although I didn’t understand how secret it was because there were several other boats in the same cove, nonetheless; he assured me that we would catch the big one here.
I buckled up my life vest, grabbed my Mickey Mouse fishing rod and tackle box, stood at the side of the boat, baited my hook, and cast my rod out to the water. Grandpa stood on the other side of the boat and cast his rod as well.
I held my rod in one hand as I leant over the side to see the fishys. Much to my suprise, they couldn’t be seen any