It was a beautiful day when Grandpa and I went to the lake for a fishing trip. He came in his bronze Blazer to pick me up at 11:00 in the morning on Tuesday [August 12]. He was towing a silver fishing boat.
I got in the Blazer and sat on my booster seat next to the fishing poles. We buckled our seat belts and drove to Augusta where we had lunch at McDonald’s. After we had lunch, we got in the Blazer and buckled our seat belts. Then we drove to Butler County Fishing Lake.
We got the boat ready by taking off a metal bar from the motor and we unlatched it from the trailer in the back of the boat. Grandpa closed the drain plug. We loaded the boat with our fishing poles and bait buckets and backed the boat into the water. I sat in the front seat of the Blazer when we were backing it into the water. After Grandpa parked the Blazer, we climbed into the fishing boat and motored off. Grandpa’s boat has an outboard motor and a tiller for steering.
We went to the first place over on the west side of the lake, While we were on the west side, Grandpa taught me how to fish, but we didn’t catch any fish there.
So we moved to the south side of the lake. We didn’t catch any fish there. But we moved to the north side of the lake and didn’t catch any fish there. Then we moved back to the south side of the lake. I cast my rod into a shady place. Grandpa said, “That might be a good place for a fish.” So I waited and watched the bobber. I saw that my bobber was under the water. I felt the tug of a fish! I jerked the rod and reeled my fishing line in. I had a fish! It dangled from my string and I was reeling it in. We took it off the hook. My worm was gone. We put the fish on a string. It was a blue gill. Then we fished a little bit more. Grandpa caught a fish. I saw his bobber under the water. “Grandpa,” I said, “You got a fish!” He jerked it, he reeled it in and he put it on the same string that mine was on. It was a blue gill. Then we fished a little bit more.
Grandpa was getting hungry and so we went back for a snack in the Blazer. Then we went back to the south side of the lake, where we caught the fish before, but there were some people fishing there. So we went to a different place on the east side of the lake. On the shore there were two dry spots where there was gravel and there was a tree that stands by some rocks. I got my hook snagged on the tree. Grandpa wanted to push the boat closer to the shore with the pushing pole, but it was too deep to touch the bottom. Grandpa could not see my bobber, so then I had my pole and I lifted my pole and the line went up. Grandpa said, “Now I see it! Give the pole to me.” I gave him my fishing pole and he jerked it but it did not work. So we started reeling the line and the boat came closer to shore. Then we jerked it and it came loose. We fished some more on the east side, in that very same spot, but we did not catch anything. Then it was six o’clock. We motored the boat back to the Blazer and we drank pop. I drank root beer and Grandpa drank Diet Coke. We loaded the boat onto the trailer and pulled it out of the water. Then we unloaded our bait and fishing poles out of the boat and put them in the Blazer. Then we drove off.
“A few miles,” Grandpa said, “to Augusta and we’ll eat at McDonald’s there and eat dinner.” I didn’t think we were going to get home by sunset so I went on thinking that we were going to get there by the middle of the night, but we got there in time. It was sunset. The sun was halfway down. I went inside, got my pajamas on, and went to bed.
Editor's note: Thanks again, Grandpa Edwards, for taking Lane fishing for the afternoon and evening!