Personal Narrative On Fishing

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All I heard was heavy hooves ready to trample me over. And in a matter of time I would be crushed into the very dirt I was standing on. To begin, it was around noon when my dad's friend Brad called. I answered since my dad and I were driving to Taco bell to get some tacos for lunch. He called wondering if we could go fishing in the creek that was on his land. When my dad was done at the drive through ordering our tacos I put him on the phone with my dad. Then they hung up. “Are we going?” I asked my dad. “Yeah we already have our fishing stuff in the back from yesterday.” Around ten minutes passed when we reached brad's farm. He was feeding his cows. My dad was in his truck getting my pole ready to go fishing. I ran up to brad to let him know …show more content…

Be careful, some of them of pregnant or have babies with them.” I was little so I just thought that, that was just more adult advice that I don’t need to pay attention to. I said ok and Brad walked off. I got fed the cows and walked over to my dad who was getting his fishing pole ready since he was already getting mine ready. “Can I go fishing now?” my dad told me I could if I avoided the cows. Then he and brad gave me a really serious lecture about how dangerous cows could be if I was around them this time of year. Again, I just thought that it was just another adult lecture of the life lessons they learned that wouldn't happen to me because when I was little I thought I could beat up anything if it tried to hurt or attacked me. So I ignored what they said and walked straight …show more content…

I didn't want to look behind me, but I did and she was far, but she was mad I was in her territory and wanted me dead. But I had enough time to climb the massive stack of hay. So while I was climbing I saw that she hoped the fence and was right at my heel. So I climbed faster and got to the top where it was all warm and dry from where the sun was beating on it. As I was looking for my dad at the top of the massive stacks of hay the cow would not leave my side. On the other side of the fence holding the hay so I decided I could fish from the hay bale. But it didn't work out well. So I decided to jump off the back of the bale and the cow would never see me. So I did and I was never seen so avoiding the leafy crunchy spots that would lead the cow over to me. Then when I was a little far from the fence I started to run again. I looked back and I saw that the cow had jumped the fence that was only about three feet tall. Then I learned I was racing a cow to Brad's barn where there was a four wheeler that I could definitely out race the cow with. The cow was now almost caught up with me when I reached the barn. So I started up the four wheeler and went up stream where my dad was. As I started the four wheeler I think it scared off the cow because it was

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