My Fishing Trip

                                  By Sam Martin

Our trip started out early in the morning. I had to get up at 5 am. This is my best friend Russ. He drove me and my idol, Mike Goldwich, all the way to Mexico City Beach.  I want to be like Mike. Russ' car shakes more than a vibrating bed at a cheap motel 

This is Russ' car. It was built in 1979. Russ only has 3 more payments and the truck is all his. We couldn't listen to the radio because it is wired up to the headlights and doesn't work so well when the lights are on. But the windshield wipers work great.

Here's the deckhand, Joe. He is teaching Russ how to hold the fishing pole. Doesn't Russ look really good in those shorts?

This is me taking my nap. I never thought reeling in the line on a fishing pole would be so exausting. I can't imagine how tired I would have been if I actually caught a fish.

This is Sarge and his son, Scott. Here they are discussing how they are going to put the large Amber Jack that they bought at the store onto the hook of Sarge's pole. We still don't know how they snuck it on board without anyone noticing.

This is Russ on the lookout tower. We told him we were going into waters patrolled by pirates, and we needed him to be the look out. He actually fell for it. I think Russ' shorts look even better from this angle.

Here I am with my prize catch. Landing this baby into the boat was no easy task. Now you know why I needed that nap

This is Triple 7 posing with the dolphin he caught. Talk about being excited. When his girlfriend washes his underwear, he's going to have some explaining to do.

Here is Sarge with that fish I was telling you about earlier.

Cheater, Cheater, Cheater.

This is a picture of all the fish we caught on our fishing trip. If you look real hard, you can see the fish I caught.

Here we are back at the dock cleaning the fish. My favorite part was trying to pull the eyes out of the fish.

This is the Pelican that John sprayed with the water hose. I hear animal abuse is just the beginning.