The sun was just beginning to set on a humid July evening. She had been waiting for a few hours, sitting on a dock overlooking a pond, hidden behind a row of oak trees.
She hadn’t caught much and had begun to grow impatient and thought about giving up and going to play with the dog that was sleeping beside her.
Her friend had promised to take her fishing and not wanting to disappoint him she fought off the boredom until she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Can we go home,” she said.
Sensing that she had finally had enough and fearing that she may not like fishing all together he made a final suggestion.
“Why don’t we give it one final cast before we head back?” he said.
She agreed and handed her hook over to him. She only agreed to go with him if he baited her hook for her because she didn’t want to touch the worms. He baited her hook and she casted her pink fishing pole into the pond as she hoped for one final chance at a fish.
The waited for a few minutes and then she got a bite.
She fought the fish and as it came to the edge of the dock her friend grabbed it. It was a large-mouth bass weighing 5 pounds. .It was the biggest fish she had ever caught. They took pictures of the fish released it back into the pond and walked home.
“I didn’t know I would like fishing this much” she said.
“I’m glad but you’re not going to catch such a big fish every time” she said.
“How do you know,” she said