The day we walked to the pond was
hot and humid
and so sticky
the air so dense of moisture,
that it was almost hard to
breathe.
We had a can of wriggling worms and
a long fishing pole with seemingly
endless wire, and we wound that wire
round and round
and we attached the sharp hook before sinking
the line in into the lake.
The first fish I ever caught was decently large,
7 inches in length.
We watched it wriggle around
on the hook before we
wrangled it back into the water.
Hands of sweat and pond water,
I had truly done something myself.

Winner. Well done!