Fishin'
As dad and I took off for Grand Isle on Friday afternoon visions of red snapper, cobia, and dolphin fish danced through my mind. We bounced down the road in my dad's friend, John's pickup truck. The whine of the tires and the bland music on the radio made my eyelids heavy and slowly I was out. When I awoke we were parked in front of a house on stilts. It was about fifteen feet in the air and right on the beach. I climbed the stairs to the door and I could see how weathered and drab the wood siding was. Inside were two older gentlemen around my dad's age and one of their sons. Greg was the man who owned the camp and the boat we were going out on in the morning. He looked like a boat captain with dark, tanned skin and dark black hair with a few grey hairs here and there. Mike was the other older man and had brought his son, David, with him. The inside of the camp had little knicknacks hung all over the walls. Old fishing rods and reels, posters of fish, and shelves with old fishing lures. There were a few old couches inside and outside there was a huge fenced in porch. The porch fascinated me most because I could sit back and hear the waves crach on the beach below and feel th
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Approximate Word count = 935
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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