Personal Narrative Essay: Taking Granddad Fishing

Taking Granddad Fishing I heard the door to my bedroom open and woke up to my father telling me it was time to get ready. The birds were not even chirping yet and it was still dark enough that the dusk to dawn lights were on. It was cool, crisp and a little hazy that morning as we made our way out to the garage. There was some work to do in order to get the boat, tackle and fishing poles ready prior to making our short trip south down Lake Lawrence Road to pick up my Uncle Lawrence and my Granddad for a fishing adventure that I will never forget. I guided my dad as he backed the truck up to the shed where he stored the boat. We hooked it up and he pulled it around to the front of the garage. We loaded tackle boxes, life vests, anchors, …show more content…
Everyone exited the boat when my dad asked the Game Warden, “what can we do for you sir?” He stated, “I’m just out checking folks to make sure they have licenses and that everyone is legal.” We all took out our fishing licenses, handed them to him and he verified that we all had the appropriate permits. He handed them all back, thanked us and glanced over at the boat. He asked if we were doing any good and noticed the fish basked. “I guess you fellas are going to have a nice dinner this evening,” he said. My granddad responded, “only fish eaters have dinner in the evening, we have supper.” The Game Warden chuckled and said, “well, I guess it’s all how you look at it sir” as he walked towards the boat. He asked what we were catching all the fish with and my granddad responded, “oh we don’t use fishing polls, we are using the pistols hidden in the boat cushions to shoot them out of the water.” As I looked over at my dad, I noticed he hung his head, rubbed his forehead and let out a deep gasp. Needless to say, the officer conducted a very thorough search of our boat and all our