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Descriptive Essay About Fishing

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Not Your Normal Fishing Day It was a foggy 5th of July morning, but was still a perfect day for fishing. I walked out on the dark brown, hard wood maple, peer where I docked the boat, and hopped in. That gorgeous, glossy, dark blood red, Nitro boat. On a matte black three hundred and fifty horsepower Evinrude Engine.Backed out of the pier with ease she did. The water was a dark green color, and there was a blizzard of fog wrapping around me to where I could barely see 20 feet. Conditions for fishing were perfect thanks to the gorgeous green water, and to the snowy thick fog. Who would think such an enjoyable day could end up being so disastrous? I flew towards my favorite fishing spot known as Snake Island. Bass always move up in towards the hard, razor sharp, rocky bank and settle there for the day, and get ready for pre spawn. We moved up towards the bank, and slowed the boat to almost a stop. The bank always had the smell of pinecown trees, with a scent of cool refreshing mint. I turned off the roaring Engine, and balanced my way across the long and skinny boat. My first thought was to grab my cherry red seven foot rod and put on my favorite sunny yellow Squarebill Crankbait. I tossed it onto the bank, and it plopped into the water two feet from the bank. Sloooooowly did I reel the bait back till I felt a hard clash against the bait. My rod jerked down towards the water, and I lifted it to hook the fish. The ginormous fish came flying out of the emerald green

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