I went out fishing with my brother and my dad. I was about 12 at the time. We were trying to catch bluegill with small chunks of hotdog. I caught one, which was very small. My dad told me to cast it out, so I could “feel the fight”. I cast him out, and felt the rod jerk. I thought it was the fish fighting but then realized that a fish so small could not fight that hard. My dad suggested that I was caught on some weed. Then it jumped. The bass was about a foot long and jumped clear out of the water. I reeled in as fast as i could. My dad reached down and grabbed the fish by its lip. I was amazed at the size, and the two broken fishing lines hanging from his mouth. My dad quickly removed all three hooks, took some pictures, and set the fish free. This was one of my most memorable fishing experiences.

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