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Directly into the mud. I had fallen only on my knees so I wasn’t that bad off when I got back up. I was wearing jeans with holes. The kind you would wear to church, because they’re holey. Not blue anymore my jeans are browned around the edges of the holes. As we set ourselves up under a tree that was fairly close to the river I felt that it had started to rain, but only a light drizzle, a nice happy little drizzle that our tree covered us from. Going to cast my line I realized that the mud around the riverbank was just how mud should be. Squishy and dirty and mucky and uckky and fairly deep. Deep enough so that you had to take off your shoes if you didn’t want them to get absolutely covered with mud. The perfect kind of mud to fish in I thought. I liked mud then, I still do now but not as enthusiastically meaning; I wont go barefoot in mud or stuff like that but I’d still rather walk through mud that on pavement. I bet you probably think just the opposite. Well you don’t know what your missing. Whatever back to the story. So as I’m casting my line again and again my Dad says that he’s caught something. I seemed that his fish was like five pounds, but as it turns out his so called fish was really a bunch of seaweed. Oh well i thought. By this time we decided to eat lunch because we were getting pretty hungry. We washed our hands in the river and ate our pb&j sanwitches and our apples. When we were done we tossed the cores in the river figuring the fishes would eat them. As we headed back to our fishing " posts" and were casting our lines back into the water. I felt a tug on my line, as I started to pull on it my line felt like it had the weight of a shark on it. I called for my dad to come help me pull my shark/fish in. As as i got the shark/fish to shore and pulled it out of the water i realized that it was only a little fish about 3 inches long. " Ahh I thought, oh well" as I unhooked the little guy and tossed him back into the water. By the time I did this it was beggining to rain pretty hard and so Dad and I figured that we should probably go home since it was getting late and it had begun to pour. The ride home was uneventful and when we got home, I told this exact ( well almost) story that i just did.**
 * A rainy summer day. Gray sky over head brown earth underfoot. We, Dad and I had gotten up early to go fishing; we collected the gear the night before and in the morning, drove to a bridge overlooking a river. We parked on the side of the bridge looked at the water. It was brown, not dark brown more of a reddish-tan kind of brown. I looked up and noticed that it looked like it was going to rain. Walking down the path to the river, I slipped, SPLAT!


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