Advanced Writing
Descriptive Narrative As I leaped out of the truck onto the soft grass of the lawn, I inhaled the soft refreshing air of northern Michigan. We had been taking our annual fishing trip to northern michigan for about 3 years now and it only sees to get more exciting and thrilling. from the enormous fighting fish to the everlasting atv rides. when we are there it feels as if not anyone or anything could impede on our amusement. The purpose of these trips are for exactly that, amusement. After i stepped onto the grass i had realized that the temperature feels different, the soft touch of the air seem to bit with the jaws of winter, waiting just around the corner. I said to my father “ perfect weather for catching muskie huh?”…show more content… The locals drove around atvs everywhere. It's significantly more beneficial and versatile to use an atv vs a truck, and is entirely legal if you wear a helmet. In turn atvs were in every driveway and roaring down every street. We decide to take the fun way through the trails from town to town, contemplating what lakes we would fish along the trails the next day. We rounded a bend about a mile from the next town and there it sat. The shimmering evening lights upon it like a fire that burns swiftly across a field. The lake i had only dream about, “Thats where theyll be dad!” i bellowed over the rumbles of the…show more content… But the feelings were no match for my unrelenting stubbornness. I hopped out of bed and into the kitchen where i found my dad waiting. We belted out helmets and raced out on the atvs. As we got to the lake the loons seem to play call and response with the wolves, and fill the morning air with unforgettable noises. We rounded the same turn from the day before and there it is, as beautiful and terrifying as the day before. we grabbed our poles from the back of the atv and walked down the narrowing path down to the lake, I hurl the bait as far as i can in the water and wait for something to tug on the line. After the first cast its easy sailing from there. it doesn't take long. within five minutes I see the epole start to violently shake and a grab it just before it was pulled in the water. The fish fought like a whale, almost pulling me in the water. I thought “could it be a mighty muskie? a big bass?”. The fish seemed to get closer and closer as i dreamt about the possibilities. It finally surfaced and it was nothing other than a massive fighting muskie. i fought and reel until it was tuckered out near the bank i jumped in and grabbed it behind the gill. ran back up the hill and threw the fish in the bucket and race back to the cabin with it. As i pulled up with it in the bucket the neighbors all seemed
