They supplied the fishing rods, a net and a chilly bin which we took to the fishing pond. Dad gave me a hand with casting the line. I almost caught a fish a couple of times. Then I moved to the other side of the pond but after a while I clearly was not going to get a fish so Zak raced over to the fishing shop and brought some bait. Dad tried sticking it on the hook but it broke into two. We soon realized that you had to cast your line and throw in the bait where the hook was. We finally wrestled one up the bank and took both fish back. They smoked one and vacuum packed the other.
Me fishing.
Me holding my slimy fish.
By Emma.
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