~Bode Johnson, Class of 2027

The story that I’m about to tell you, takes place at Walden Pond state park 3 days before winter break ends.

     My dad and I had just parked, at 7:34 AM. We walked down a path that led us to our secret fishing spot where we set up our gear, rods, net, chairs, cooler, and bait bucket. 

     I then casted the rods out with shimmering, shiny minnows on hooks. While we were waiting for our first trout we were using binoculars to look for birds, bald eagles, belted kingfishers, Canadian geese, and wood ducks. 

     When more and more fisherman started to roll in they were catching trout left and right – rainbows, browns, and brook trout…  but not us!

      We were losing hope. It was about 9:40 am when the trout started to calm down and stop biting and then I had it. 

     I made a contraption that works like a method lead – a technique used for carp. I casted  it out,  and we waited.

     We were just talking about leaving when – clink!  The  rod fell to the ground.

      I ran  over, grabbed it, and started to reel. 

      I felt  headshakes through the line.

      Then, finally,  my dad netted the trout!!!!