She was sitting on the dock overlooking the pond, hidden behind a row of trees as the sun began to set on a humid July evening. What seemed like hours had passed by, and she had hadn't caught a single fish. Boredom began creeping in. She debated just giving up and going to play with her dog that was sleeping beside her. Her friend had promised to take her fishing and show her a good time, however she didn't want to stay any longer.
“Can we go home?” she asked.
Hearing the boredom in her voice, he stood up quickly and made one final suggestion.
“Why don’t we give it one last cast before we head back?” he asked.
She hesitantly agreed and handed him her pole. He grabbed the hook with a smile; he knew she wasn't a fan of the slimy worms, so he had to bait her hook for her. He finally baited the hook and handed her back her pole. She cast her pink fishing pole into the pond, hoping for one last chance to catch a fish.
They had to wait only a few minutes, and then she finally hooked a fish. She battled the fish, reeling as fast as she could with all her might. She managed to get the fish to the edge of the dock and her friend bent down and grabbed the magnificent fish out of the pond. He held up the great catch, a 5 pound largemouth bass. It was the biggest fish she had ever caught. She had a couple of minutes to admire her catch, and then he released the fish back into the pond. Pleased with the last cast of the day, they began their walk home.
“I didn't know I would like fishing so much,” she said.
“I’m glad, but you’re not going to catch such a big fish every time,” he said.
“How do you know?” she asked.