So, this morning I went fishing with my grandpa at one of his friends’ lake. I don’t care much for fishing. I think it’s really boring, but I went anyway to spend some time with him. It wasn’t long for us to be out on the lake when I got a bite on my line. I reeled in as hard as I could. This fish was putting up one hell of a fight. Then I gave a good tug on my pole and yanked him out from the water. The fish went flying into the boat. This fish was huge. It was like five feet long! My grandpa was really excited. We tried to put it in the ice chest, but it didn’t even fit in it. Its head and fins just stuck out from the chest, so we went back to shore to put the fish in a big freezer.
When we got to shore, my grandpa’s friend greeted us. My grandpa opened up the chest and show his friend the fish that I caught. The fish seized the opportunity and flopped out of the chest and made his way back to the lake. So, yeah, that sucked, but oh well, I don’t like eating fish anyway. My grandpa and his buddy went off to get some stuff to help catch it again while I just stayed out the boat. Shortly after they were out of sight the fish had returned to the shore, but this time it had mutated itself. The fish now had four large yellow eyes placed in the same fashion of that of a hammerhead shark and it had grown two legs to allow itself to walk on land.
The fish ran after me baring its huge sharp teeth, so I ran into the house. I have been running a lot longer than the fish so naturally I made it inside safely. However, that didn’t stop the fish. The fish busted down the door, so I kept on running from room to room throughout the house. My grandpa and his friend where no where to be seen. I had no idea where the fuck they were. Then after awhile I didn’t hear the fish anymore. I figured it must’ve went back to the water to get some air, but I knew it would come back for me. It was pretty pissed. I knew I had to fight back.
I marched outside to confront my foe. What I confronted was that the grass had grown three feet tall in the short time I was inside. I don’t know how the fish did it, but it did it. I figured it might be lurking in the tall grass to sneak attack me, but I wasn’t going to give him that advantage. I made a quick slashing motion with my right arm and the grass cut itself down as my arm pointed at it. The fish was not there. I went back inside to check and make sure he still wasn’t inside. He wasn’t, so I went back outside down to the lake. On my way I saw the fish rising out from the water running after me. I stood my ground as the fish charged after me. Just as he got close to me, I ducked down, picked him, raised him high over head, and with all my strength I ripped him in half in front of me so his guts wouldn’t land on my head. I then threw him as far as I could, which was about fifteen feet. Both of his body parts were still flapping around, so I pointed my hand at him, extended all of my fingers out to point at him, and fired a wave of electricity from my fingers at the fish. I totally crisped him. A little too much to eat, but I like I said I don’t eat fish anyway, and I don’t think anyone wants to eat a mutant fish either.
Yeah, after that ordeal, I had breakfast (Chocolate Marshmallow Mateys, yum), read messages, took a shower, and went to work. I took my Mom to her work as well. Nothing too interesting happened at work. We were pretty busy in the morning. I got time to do some maintenance on some of the machines. I got work off at 6. Now I’m at home telling you about my day, but most importantly about my bad fishing experience. Oh! Myth Busters did a cool episode about Pirate myths tonight. You should check that out. As for me, it’s late and I got work early tomorrow, so until next time, be careful when you fish.