One hot summer day it was just me and my dad. We were fishing away, we sat out there side by side waiting for at least a small fish to come along. We didn't care if it was little just as long as we got a fish, because it was my first time to fish. I had been waiting for my dad to take me, and teach me how to fish just like him and be an expert fisher. We waited very patiently as we talked and laughed, when next thing I know I felt a terrible jerk! I had a big fish I was struggling with all I had to reel it in, but it was too strong for me. So it was time for me to hand it over to my dad, then my dad reeled it in and when he got it in that fish was ginormous!! My dad was mad because it was bigger than any other fish he ever caught, but he was sure glad I got one he was happy for me! So we packed up my fishing pole and put my fish in the ice chest and started to head back home. I couldn't wait to tell my mom what dad had helped me catch! That was the best, first fishing trip ever!