Unexpected

Fishing had always been Jake's favorite past times. He did all different kinds of fishing. He'd go on lakes, rivers, small ponds, and big ponds but always taking himself a spin rod. Jake had just recently learned how to use a fly rod which he began to fall in love with. His grandpa Archibold taught him how to use it just prior to his own death. Jake made a promise to himself that he would use this skill his grandfather had taught him and use it to become a very successful fisherman.

Jake and his friend's Hans, Paul, Miguel, and Jacks had been planning a fishing trip for a long time. They were planning to drive up to the Bighorn River on Sunday after mass. They were going to stay the first night at one of Jake's old friend's house. His father, James allowed him to take his brand new 2014 GMC Sierra, a truck that Jake had only previously dreamed of driving. After mass was finished everyone loaded up their gear into the bed of the silver truck. All was loaded and it was time to hit the road.

His hands were shaking as he gripped the wheel as tightly as possible. The highway was full of sharp curves and potholes but Jake managed to keep the truck on the road. Music was playing as the five boys talked about all their past fishing excursions with their dads and grandpas. All the stories were great but none compared to Jake's. Jake told the story of the time him and his grandfather went to the Bighorn River when he was 8 years old. They were on a drift boat that his grandfather made called the Vision. It was a beautiful boat made from wood of a mahogany tree. Jake threw his line in hoping to catch a big brown trout or rainbow trout. As he was reeling in his line he got a big bite, so big that the pole was almost jerked out of his hands. He kept his cool and gripped the rod tight. His grandfather was quite watching his grandson struggle reeling in the fish.

The boat began to be towed by the fish and all of Jake's focus and determination was aimed at getting this fish in the boat. He was reeling the fish in with all of his might when suddenly beneath the surface of the water he saw his prize. It was beautiful. The color of it's belly shimmered from the beams of the sun coming down on the water. As he reeled in the last few feet of line he got a good glance at the fish. It was a rainbow trout, Jake's favorite fish to catch.

As Jake grasped the glimmering and gooey fish he noticed that this fish was not as big as he perceived when reeling it in. It was not a big fish at all, measuring in at 10 inches at best and only a fifth of a pound. When Jake saw the unexpected size of his catch he became discouraged, that's when Archibold his grandfather let him in on a little secret. He said, " Son it's not about what is on the end of that line when reeled in, but it's about everything else leading up to that point, it's about the journey getting to that fish." Jake didn't know the true meaning to this right then but as the years went by he understood it's full meaning. The way that Jake understood it was that you have to enjoy the little things while they present itself because before too long the things that used to be so much fun and memorable are no more.

As time passed Jake finally got what happened that day on the river. His clever grandfather was playing a trick on him. As the fish fought Jake his grandfather rowed the boat making it seem like the fish was a monster. Jake didn't get the chance to laugh at his loving grandfather's joke until after he had passed away.

Jake loved fishing so much because his grandfather was always right there with him playing tricks on him and giving him a hard time. That is why Jake loves fishing so much because it reminds him of all the good times that they had shared together fishing. Jake learned a lot of things from his grandpa about fishing and Jake wanted to pass this knowledge on to others so they can have as much fun fishing as he did with his grandfather.