big fish story

Ice fishing -a common winter sport. Oh no, not for my family.

Saturday morning, bright and early. Unfortunately for me, being the light sleeper that I am, I was woken up by the “creek” of my bedroom door opening. Good thing I had something to look forward to, otherwise I’m not sure I would’ve ever gotten up. My cousin Val walked in the door. “Hi! Are you ready to go? Are you going to shower first? Did you pack a bag already? Should I grab your phone charger for you?” I lifted my head up off my pillow. “I’m just going to take a shower.” I quickly hopped out of bed, and took a shower. Once I was out, I got dressed, got my bag ready, and went down stairs.

“Are you ready Chlo?” my dad was eager to get on the road. “Yeah, let’s go.” After about an hour of country music, snowy scenery, and family singing, we were at our cottage. It took a while to unpack. My brother, Danny fell asleep in the car and had to be carried in. As we unloaded our bags and the food that we brought, we waited for the other guests to come. Ken and his son Christian, Jason and his daughters Kelsey and Lauren, and Dave and his daughter Kelsey. For a while we just hung out. We had a few snacks, and I took a little nap. Once the dads were ready to head across the street to the lake, we grabbed the clam, the bait, and the oggers.

Being on the ice was thrilling. It took us a few tries to find a good spot to anchor the clam down. The crisp air was blowing through my jacket. Everyone was slipping and sliding, and enjoying the weather. Finally once we settled down, some of the younger girls began to ice skate. I’m not very strong, but I was determined to drill a hole to fish in. it took me a while, but I finally did it. Christian, Val and I were huddled around my hole, seeing if any fish were biting. Unfortunately, none were. After sitting around for an hour and a half, we got pretty bored. I couldn’t resist. Ice is ice. I had to taste it. And yes, I do know its lake water. It wasn’t that bad to be honest. Now all I wanted was to taste the water in the hole.

I stuck my head as far as I could (it wasn’t very far, the hole wasn’t very big) and tasted the water. Quickly I jumped to my feet. “The water is warm!” I said. “No it isn’t! Is it really?” Val couldn’t believe it. “Give me the ogger! I’m going to dig the hole bigger! Put on your bathing Suits! We can all go swimming!” We all ran back to the cottage, changed, and for the rest of the night we forgot all about our hats gloves mittens and scarves. The next morning, we went back home. I told my mom, and of course she didn’t believe me. Neither did my grandparents, or my best friend. I don’t really mind though, because we all know what happened, and it was a lot of fun.