On one trip to Alaska, my dad and stepmom Meg went to Seward, AK for some fishing. They bought me a fishing pole and showed me what I need to do. When I swing my pole into the water, I started to bring in my fishing line in when a fish bit the hook. My fishing pole was weak and about to break apart but I got the fish to the land. It was either a rainbow or pink salmon. It was my first fish. I did bring it back home to Arizona and my mother ate it. I didn't like fish when I was younger, but she said it was good. First try and first fish.
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