"How I became a fisherman."I've never been on a fishing trip. One day, during the summer holidays, Uncle Gene, our neighbor decided to go fishing with their children, Sasha and earrings. They go to one village pond, located near the forest. I'm friends with them. And they have also been invited. Dad took me out of the closet rod.We got up early in the morning, at dawn. I, even when I go to school, do not wake up so early. Were still twilight and the sun lit up the ground as it should. But sleep is not wanted. After all, we were going to go fishing. We boys piled into the back seat of the car and drove off. I had to go long on any particular lake, where a lot of different fish. And I dreamed that catch so many that all wondered.Uncle Gene said we should come as dew on the grass is still wet. When we arrived, I immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the grass. She was wet. I knelt down and looked. Hung on every blade of grass a few drops of bright, beautiful as jewelry. But soon the sun began to bake and they are dry. The pond was small, the other side, overgrown with reeds, was clearly visible. On both sides of the pond was surrounded by forest, and the water in the pond looked black.Uncle Gene told me to stand on a small bridge. The first time he helped me to throw the bait, and then I did it myself. My float very often went into the water. But when I pulled out the bait, and there was nothing, even a worm on a hook. But once again, the float went under the water, I pulled, but could not get anything, it was hard to pull. "Uncle Gene — I cried — I was hooked! " He quickly ran up and said this is my big fish and that I was pulling gently. He said that he will not help and that I should get it myself, then I'm a real fisherman. I tried — and pulled out. It was a big catfish. He was the biggest fish of all, what we caught that day. So I became a fisherman.
