Creative Writing: A Night Fishing

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Creative Writing: A Night Fishing

It must have been 4 feet long and must have weighed at least 30 lbs.  It was one
of the slimiest ones we ever caught.  The tentacles were almost a foot long and
the scales where the size of quarters.@  AYeah right, we believe you, (Paste
your name here).@   While my peers were playing video games or hide-and-go-seek,
(a friends name) and I were out ether exploring the unknown, or sleeping from
staying out all night.  None of the students in my sixth grade class Ashow and
tell@ believed me when I told them about the unforgettable experiences (a
friends name) and I endeavored. To tell the truth, I didnt really want them to
believe me.  If one of them told my mom what (a friends name) and I did then our
little butts would have been grounded for a serious amount of time.  The fishing
stories that I told where true, all true.

(a friends name) and I had gone on many explorations to far off places.  We had
sneaking out at night down to such an art that if we could put it on paper then
it would be more famous then Leonardo da Vinci's painting, The Last Supper.  We
would sometimes make dummy bodies that would lie lifeless all night under
tightly nitid sheets.   The Abig yellow house@ is where we met.  From there we
would do whatever sounded like the most fun.  Sometimes it was hanging out and
eating ice cream all night. Other times we would go tick someone off by tee-
peeing their house.  And yes, there were even times when we would go fishing at
this lake that was out in the middle of nowhere.  We called this lake the back-
lake because it was the lake way in the back of the golf course.  One night (a
friends name) and I had an experience there that would shake us up for a long
time to come.

The night started out like a lot of other nights.  First we went to go eat some
ice-cream from Foster-Freeze, then we would get on our bicycles and pedal our
little butts all the way to the golf course.  Once there, we would get on this
road that golf carts use to drive around. The road was very windy.  When we
arrived we would just throw our bikes down and run like little rabbits down to
the lake.  We would start casting as fast as we could.  We would cast so fast
that I don't think we remembered to put bait on the hook.  After the first few
minutes of fishing, (a friends name) and I would start getting into competitions
with each other.  Who ever caught the most Large Mouth Bass one.  I being the
younger one, usually lost.

Later that night, we had an experience that would excite us for the rest of the
night.  Howling Coyotes were a normal sound for two in the morning. But hearing
them get louder and louder was not.  It was almost like a train, at first there
is just a quiet hum then the amplitude of the whistle would rise a little bit
until eventually the train could be seen.  But seeing a train coming ...

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