Narrative: The First Trout I Caught And Why I Hate Snakes

The First Trout I Caught and the Reason I Hate Snakes It was a warm sunny day in the state of Wyoming. I was with my brother and uncle when the unthinkable happened to me. I remember the memory like it was yesterday. And now I always watch my step in rattlesnake country. I was on a trip with my uncle and my younger brother when we talked to a guy that my uncle knew. His name was zach and he was nice enough to let us go fishing for trout in a stocked pond that his boss owned. Since he was hired to keep up the land and tend to the cattle he could let people fish there. I was super excited and I love to go fishing for any kind of fish. We drove through the *curved roads that ran by Mountains. It was a very *beautiful view. When we got to a gate that zach had talked about, I got out to take the chain off. The chain prevented the cattle from getting out, so when my uncle drove past I locked it behind us and jumped into the truck. The road was narrow and it was just a dirt path so the ride was very *bumpy. The road lead down to the pond and when I saw the pond I grew more and more anxious to start fishing. We parked to the side of the pond about 35 feet away. I went to the back of the truck and yanked out the rods. The water was *crystal clear and you could see the shadows of the trout. I had to stay …show more content…
I knew instantly that it was a garter snake. I laughed at him because he was scared of it and it was tiny. I started walking back the way I came so I could tell my uncle what happened and maybe he would know what kind of snake it was. I jumped over the same stream and headed over to the truck. I told him it looked exactly like a rattlesnake but it didn’t have a rattle. He told me that it was probably a bull snake and they aren’t venomous but they have a nasty bite. He laughed at me and I told him to walk in the tall grass if he was so brave, then we would see who was the scared