The Land of 10,000 Lakes :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Land of 10,000 LakesMy favorite eccentric ab show up my Minnesota vacations were the look for trips I went on with mydad. We would wake up very early in the morning, even before the sun was up. As the birds were just beginning their morning songs, I rolled over in bed, still half asleep. As the thoughts of heading bring out on the lake and detection lean entered my mind, I was quickly wide awake. I got up, and put on my favorite pair of jeans. These jeans have been through a lot, with holes in the knees and a long slit down the back of one leg. Next came my thriving Hinton football shirt that I wore every single time I went hunting or leaning.When we were dressed, we headed out to the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast of coldcereal. I loaded up the cooler for the day as my dad made us both some sandwiches. Wheneverything was packed, we carried out our cooler, rods, bait, and face boxes down to the dock. The sky was just beginning to turn a ignitor gray color, and all the trees were standing still. We filled up the boat with our fishing supplies, and I untied the ropes from the dock. The boat was white and blue on the outside, with a matching interior. The engine was forever a little slow starting, and that morning it fired on the first try.On our way out to our favorite fishing place, all the houses along the lake were still dark. The boat switch on to our spot was only about twenty minutes, but it was hard to lease fast in the predawn light. My dad taught me that the best time to catch fish in clear water was in low light hours, when the fish couldnt see the boat. Only one other fisherman was out as early as us, but we both knew that more latecomers would be arriving with the light. Finally, we arrived at the spot where we loved to fish. Every year we went to the exact selfsame(prenominal) place on the lake because this is where we have always caught the most fish. I always liked to sit in the back of the boat and fish straight out behind us . My dad went up front and controlled the trolling motor, move the boat perfectly over the drop-off where the walleyes liked to float and hold in for food.