Squirrel Fishing

My first fishing trip. For Bards Hall May contest, 100 words.

The river hummed a tranquil tune. Leafy trees and overgrowth covered the riverbanks. Opening day. The usually empty valley had been stampeded with fisherman crowding all the best spots.

I was seven and went with my uncle and cousin. They wore waders to walk in the water. A handy thing to retrieve hung hooks. Well, mine got hung up a lot. One time I fell in while trying to retrieve my hook.

I had so much fun. Fish were caught all around me. I only caught one fish. I caught more trees than anyone. They said I was squirrel fishing.

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