We cast our hooks into the clear, blue, sparkling water and waited for a bite. Eventually I got a nibble on my hook, then a tug. I had a fish so, I yanked on the line and reeled it in. Hanging from the end of my line was a rock bass. I removed the hook and threw the fish back in the water. After throwing the bass back in, we sat there for quite a while and caught nothing. Logan and I are bottomless pits so of course we were starving. …show more content…
We decided to go to Tim Hortons to buy some Timbits. We left our poles and headed across the street for donuts. After we ate our Timbits, we ran back to our poles only to find that we both had fish on our lines. So we reeled them in and again we had rock bass. “This is stupid”, I complained. “I agree”, Logan said. We wanted to catch something other than just rock bass. “Let's change our hooks”, I proposed. “Good idea”, replied Logan. I stuck my hand in the tackle box to searched for a hook, and that's when the trouble started. “OUCH!”, I screamed. A sharp pain shot throughout my finger as a fishing lure was stuck in it. I whipped my hand back and looked around for the lure. Then I looked at Logan. He looked back at me and started laughing. I couldn't figure out why he was laughing, but then he pointed at my face. I slowly raised my hand and touched my face ever so softly and felt a 4 inch lure/hook stuck in my beautiful face. It was stuck in my cheek just below my eye. I again looked at Logan and he looked at me still laughing. ”It's not funny”, I shouted at him. “Yes it is”, he said; although, he could barely talk because he was still laughing his head off. We weren't sure what we should do. An old man, who was also fishing, came over to see what was going on. He offered to pull the hook out of my face, but I told him “not a chance.” As we were trying to decide what to do, we saw his mom and dad walk out of the Voyager, where they had just had dinner. …show more content…
They looked at us for a few seconds, then came walking over, sensing something was wrong. “What happened!?” They exclaimed. “I got hooked”, I replied. Logan’s dad decided he would not be able to get the hook out and I should probably go to the hospital. So they walked back to get their car while Logan and I packed up all our fishing gear. We got in the car and drove off to my house. We pulled into the driveway and Logan’s dad and I walked up to the front door. We went inside and explained the situation to my parents, who were unaware of what had happened. It took one look from them, as they saw this huge fishing lure hanging from my face, to decide we needed to take a ride to the hospital and get it out. We got in the car and were on our way. Although the hospital is only about ten minutes from my house, the ride there seemed to take forever. As I sat in the backseat with the lure hanging from my face, I thought to myself “this must be how the fish feel.” I also wondered how the doctor would remove the hook and if it would hurt. I was shaking like a leaf. “Vroosh”, went the sliding doors at the hospital. My mom and I walked towards the