Three years ago when I went to Manistee River I had no idea what to expect. Since our fishing years has been bipolar as in one year we have a good year and the other is horrible. As we got to our campsite which is called “Sandust Hole”. As we always do every year we set camp first. It takes at least an hour or two to set everything up and when we are done we have to eat or my mommy will yell at me. I get done eating and I get the news that I am too young to fish at night because the river has a lot of logs and debris. My cousin decides to stay with me so I won’t stay alone and we party all night until we got sleepy at 3 a.m. Next morning we have breakfast and now I have a chance to go fishing all day on Saturday. Our secret fishing spot is half an hour away from our campsite so everyone is exhausted when we actually arrive. The river is around 300 feet wide and up to five to six feet deep. Since I am just a little taller than five feet I have to stay in the shallow.
To get in the river there is a ten foot slope of dirt and rocks so we have to be very careful. I achieve of not sliding down which I have done before and it was not pretty. I get my rod and cast 30 yards of 25 lb test line. I didn’t hook anything the first try. I was fishing for 10 hours on Saturday and I caught three twelve lb king salmon. My dad only let me stay until 9 p.m. but at night its to our advantage because the fish are blind I go back to camp and I have to eat some tacos. I go to sleep because again my dad didn’t let me go fishing at night. On Sunday which is a sad day because it’s the last day of our fishing trip. I eat breakfast and head down to our fishing spot. I managed to catch one more fish and this fish was small. As my dad yells “We have to levae” I tell ask him if I can cast my line one more time. He told me I wasn’t going to catch anything and when I cast my line I feel a tug and when I looked into the river I hear and see and hear a big splash and I yell to my uncle to get the net because I have a big one
