The G Files

Hey bloggers out there. My class is divided into groups and we are all working on projects to help the world. G.A.T.E. stands for Global Awareness Through Exploration. My group has chosen to give simple tips on how to be green. If you want simple ways to be green than visit our groups wikispace SimpleGreen.

Creekside

Adventure

By:

Greg Huibregtse

On a very serene day I went fishing for some prodigious smallmouth bass. These creek bottom was so austere that my feet felt rigid from wading in such a palpable manner. We caught many fish but they were pervaded. Towards the middle of the day I noticed that the current abated. After this I also noticed that we caught less fish, but much larger ones. We fished from down stream which gave us a benefit because the fish can’t be spooked. Casting my lure very carefully I let it plunge into the water about three feet from some rapids. As I was reeling I felt the line have an increase in tension so I set the hook.

A very furtive fish was on the end of my line. The fish traversed the river in about a second and that’s when I knew this was going to be a good fight. I stepped back to get better footing but only to have an acute pain in the back of my heel. I looked back for a second and caught a glimpse at a sharp rock drawing sanguine liquid from my foot. I tried not to think about my wound and proceded with the fight.

The fish pulled so hard that I had to step with bad foot to stay were I was. Immediately I felt much languor and closing my eyes to remind myself that I was strong. I sat down on a nearby rock and quickly started reeling. The fish pulled so I pulled back. All of the birds around me started quite a clamor during my fight. I then looked up and saw a falcon examining my fish.

The fish started to swim diagonally toward me so I moved my rod to where it was headed. It turned around so I reset the drag I brought the fish in. the fish must have been a good two to two and a half feet long. My foot still hurt but just said, “no sacrifice, no reward.”