Creative Writing: A Night FishingIt must have been 4 feet long and must have weighed at least 30 lbs. It was oneof the slimiest ones we ever caught. The tentacles were almost a foot long andthe scales where the size of emailprotected AYeah right, we believe you, (Pasteyour name here)emailprotectedWhile my peers were playing video games or hide-and-go-seek,(a friends name) and I were out ether exploring the unknown, or sleeping fromstaying out all night.
None of the students in my sixth grade class Ashow andemailprotected believed me when I told them about the unforgettable experiences (afriends name) and I endeavored. To tell the truth, I didnt really want them tobelieve me. If one of them told my mom what (a friends name) and I did then ourlittle butts would have been grounded for a serious amount of time. The fishingstories that I told where true, all true.(a friends name) and I had gone on many explorations to far off places.
We hadsneaking out at night down to such an art that if we could put it on paper thenit would be more famous then Leonardo da Vinci’s painting, The Last Supper. Wewould sometimes make dummy bodies that would lie lifeless all night undertightly nitid sheets.The Abig yellow emailprotected is where we met. From there wewould do whatever sounded like the most fun. Sometimes it was hanging out andeating 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 atthis 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 (afriends name) and I had an experience there that would shake us up for a longtime to come.The night started out like a lot of other nights. First we went to go eat someice-cream from Foster-Freeze, then we would get on our bicycles and pedal ourlittle butts all the way to the golf course. Once there, we would get on thisroad that golf carts use to drive around. The road was very windy. When wearrived we would just throw our bikes down and run like little rabbits down tothe lake. We would start casting as fast as we could.
We would cast so fastthat I don’t think we remembered to put bait on the hook. After the first fewminutes of fishing, (a friends name) and I would start getting into competitionswith each other. Who ever caught the most Large Mouth Bass one. I being theyounger one, usually lost.Later that night, we had an experience that would excite us for the rest of thenight. Howling Coyotes were a normal sound for two in the morning. But hearingthem get louder and louder was not. It was almost like a train, at first thereis just a quiet hum then the amplitude of the whistle would rise a little bituntil eventually the train could be seen.
But seeing a train coming is not asbad as seeing a bunch of blood thirsty dogs running full speed at you in themiddle of the night. So, our instincts took for a little run. We ran and ranand ran and ran.I was the younger of the two of us and I always told (afriends name) that I was going to live longer then him. As (a friends name) gotfarther and farther ahead of me, I started to wonder if I would really livelonger then him.
The distance we ran was about a quarter mile. It did not seem like a quartermile though, it seemed to be more like a mile. I still wonder if we ran aroundin circles. I felt like one of those young wilder beasts that I always see getchased down by giant Lions on the Discovery channel.My body pumped so muchadrenalin in me that I felt like I could jump over a six foot fence. Well guesswhat happened, there was a six foot fence.
I could not get over it by myself, Ihad to have (a friends name) stick his hands through the fence so I could getover. Behind the fence was someone’s