This summer, I decided to go to a summer camp with some of my friends. It’s really funny, especially since I have friends there with me.
Last August 3rd, I went on a fishing trip with the said camp. At first, my friends and I were disgusted by the fact that we would kill fish. However, the members of The Franklin Club – the Club that helped us go on this trip – assured my friend and I that we would be releasing the fish if we catch any.
Of course, before they let us fish, they taught us how to fly fish. We went through some safety stuff – I think my mind blocked out that part of the trip.
Soon after we ate lunch, they took us to the lake. The camp councilors chose three people to take with them to the other side of the lake, where more fishes were. I and my friends failed to go with the first batch, so we just shrugged and went fishing. I shared a rod with one of my friends while the other took off to fish with someone else. It took a while, we got the hang of it – after we caught the tree about three times.
Fast-forward about an hour and a half later, I was already tired of fishing. I let my friend take over and she fished for quite a bit, while I just sat down and watched. I regretted not taking my huge water bottle with me as I felt dehydrated after a few hours.
Finally, after a few hours, the camp councilors came back and brought seven more people there. I and my two friends included. We went to the other side and stayed there until it was three o’ clock when we had to go back.
There was definitely a lot more fish on the other side – and it was a lot prettier. The scenery was more beautiful than it was on the other side, and the grass seemed greener. Also, my fellow campers caught fish while they were on the prettier side.
All in all, although fishing is something I will probably never try again (mostly because of the smell), the trip was fun and a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Not everyone gets to fish in a beautiful lake with fly fishing rods all ready and waiting for you to pick up.