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My Fishing Adventure was created especially for Steven John Joyce was peacefully reclining in his bed, browsing through his newest fishing catalog and thinking about the annual fishing contest at Des Plaines River. "I sure wish I could enter," Steven said to himself as he flipped through the pages. Steven turned the page and saw Bobber Bear in the catalog. "Boy, I wish I could be a fishing bear like Bobber Bear. I would be able to fish anytime that I wanted," thought Steven as he gently nodded off to sleep. Steven began to dream. In his dream, he was magically transformed into Bobber Bear. What was even more amazing was the fact that Dad was also transformed into another fishing bear. Dad told Steven to get his fishing rod, because they were going to enter the fishing contest! Steven was very excited as they began packing for their fishing trip. Along with sandwiches and fruit, they packed plenty of water to drink. Dad brought a tent. They decided to go to the Bass Pro Shop to get sinkers, flies, hooks, floats, and anything else that they might need for the fishing contest. Dad also looked at the new boats, outdoor gear, and other fishing equipment. Steven was fascinated by the colossal 30,000 gallon saltwater aquarium that they found stocked full of trophy-size fish of many types. There was even a real person in the tank who was hand-feeding the fish! At the fish camp, Steven and Dad set up the tent for the night. With the boat in the water, they took their places and Dad started the motor! "Look out, fish, here we come!" yelled Steven and Dad at the same time. First, they cruised around so that Dad could find just the right spot. Steven was starting to get impatient, when Dad said, "This is the place!" Immediately, Steven began looking for fish. He wished that Uncle Richie, Uncle Jeff and Grandpa could be here with him. Steven watched Dad get one fishing pole ready. Next, Dad grabbed a spinner. Then, Dad helped Steven get his very own fishing rod ready. Steven was going to try a plastic worm first. Steven had trouble throwing out his fishing line. Several times it caught nothing other than the branches of some nearby trees. Finally, he learned how to cast his artificial bait to the right spot. The first time, Steven reeled in his line slowly. He was very disappointed that the fish were not biting. After three more casts, Steven began to understand that you do not catch fish every single time you throw out your line. Soon, Steven was catching quite a few fish, but none of them were big enough to win a trophy! With the noon sun directly overhead, Dad reeled in the line, but Steven left his line out and set his rod by his seat. While he was eating lunch, Steven heard a noise next to him. There was a quick jerk, and his pole almost fell into the water. Steven quickly grabbed the pole, but the fish that Steven had hooked was so-o-o big that it began to pull the boat! The sandwiches flew overboard as Steven, Dad, the boat, and the fish headed down through the rapids. Dad looked so funny trying to keep one hand on the boat and the other on his hat. Steven would have chuckled, if he had not been afraid of losing his fish. As the boat raced toward the shore, the other fishing contestants could not get out of the way fast enough. Fishing poles were snapping, and lines were breaking, as Uncle Richie, Uncle Jeff and Grandpa and his other friends were cheering from the banks. Steven was ready to land the fish and try to win the trophy! The fish was the biggest that had ever been caught in Des
Plaines River. "The winner of this year's fishing contest is Steven John
Joyce, the loudspeaker hailed. Steven Joyce's
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