It was sunny and the water was very cold. Me and Dad went fishing in the kayaks. We paddled under the bridge and a bit further, then I cast out my line and slowly started winding it in and then BAM! I had it, slap in the head a beauty brown trout, caught in our very own river! Then I had a couple more casts and saw a flick of silver whizzing through the water followed by a wave - beeeuuunng - it went. Then Dad said it was time to go home. We cooked the trout on the fire with a marinade of butter and parsley. We ate it and it was delicious. It tasted like the whole river itself.
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