The Fishing Trip - Cultures & Landmarks 1

"Let's go fishing," Dad said one day.

"I'll teach you how to fish."

"Yes!" I cried.

Dad and I drove to a shop.

We bought hooks, floats, and worms for bait.

We also bought fishing line for our rods.

Then we headed to the river.

Dad pointed to a small motorboat at a dock. "That's our boat!"

The boat rocked as we climbed in.

Dad started the motor. Vroom! Vroom!

Finally we stopped in the middle of the river.

"Time to fish!" Dad said.

He helped me tie a hook and float to my fishing rod.

Then I looked at the tub of bait.

I picked out the biggest worm.

"Dad, let's put this one on my hook.

I'll catch a huge fish!"

Dad smiled. "We'll see!"

He showed me how to cast the line into the water.

"Now we must wait for the fish to bite," he said.

We waited and waited.

But the fish did not bite!

"Look!" Dad said suddenly.

The float on my line was bobbing up and down!

Dad helped me reel in the line.

I grinned. "I caught a fish! Now I'm a real fisherman!"

"Yes, you are!" Dad said.

"But this fish is too small to keep. We have to toss it back."

"Ugh," I groaned. We let the fish go, and it quickly swam away.

Soon I cast out the line again.

The air grew cold as we waited some more.

"Dad, I'm cold," I said. "And bored."

Dad nodded. "Fishermen do a lot of waiting!"

Just then a big boat passed by.

"Maybe we can fish on a boat like that someday," Dad said.

"We can fish on the ocean and catch all kinds of fish. Really big ones."

"Thanks," I said. "But fishing is boring. I'm not sure—"

"Look!" Dad cried.

My line was bobbing again!

This time I reeled it in by myself.

"You caught a big, beautiful trout!" Dad said.

I was so proud. "Dad, can we go fishing again tomorrow?"

Dad laughed. "I thought you didn't like fishing!"

I shook my head. "I love it!"