Personal+Narrative+HT

It was a warm Christmas Eve day when my cousin and I decided to go fishing. We got to our spot and all I could think about was cachting a big one. Suddenly splash! A huge bass jumped out of the water with my bait in it's mouth. My pole began to bend, and I knew I was in for a fight.

The fish began to pull drag from the reel. The fish stopped swimming I started to reel, because the fish was finally tired. As I began to reel the fish got another burst of energy and took off again and was pulling drag. It jumped out of the water as I pulled it closer towards me. When the fish jumped, my face lite with excitement because of the huge size of the fish. My cousin was cheering me on as I tried to bring in the monster fish. I almost had it, I could almost reach down in the water and grab it.

The spot we were at had lots of tall grass near the water which was making it so hard to grab it. I pulled the fish on land and began to climb through the grass towards the fish. I could tell that the fish was barely hooked and he was flopping back towards the water. As the hook was coming out of the fish's mouth and he was moving back in the water I grabbed it in the mouth and held him up high to show my cousin. I showed the fish to my cousin and we high-fived each other with a smile.

My cousin and I took out our cell phones and took pictures of the fish. When we finished with the pictures we put the fish back in the water and watched it swim away. My cousin and I caught many fish that day and had lots of fun. I've caught many fish since then, but none have came close to the size of that huge Christmas Eve fish.