Just this past summer I caught my biggest fish. My whole family and I went camping at Chuilnguq. It was on the second night that I caught my fish. My Dad, Mom, Diane, Girlie, Glen, Scott and I went north of our camp into a little slough. We didn't want to go very far because it was getting late and we were afraid that we'd get lost. So, when we reached the slough, we only went half-way in. Lucky for us, because we almost got stuck and had to back out. Then we went a little south of the slough and parked about ten feet away from the grassy bank.

After ten minutes of patiently waiting and wanting to catch the biggest fish, Diane caught a 2 1/2 ft. pike. The struggling of her fish in the water scared away the other fish for awhile, so I didn't even get a bite. Feeling depressed, I started to cast any-old-way. A couple of minutes later, though, while I was reeling in my hook, I noticed something was caught on the other end. At first, I thought the hook was stuck on some grass on the bank, so I started reeling in fast. Then a pike jumped out of the water and I saw that my hook was in its mouth. I was excited, but I began reeling it in more slowly because I didn't want to lose it. It took about three minutes to reel it in. When I finally got it to shore, the thrill of catching the 3-3 1/2 ft. pike only lasted for about 30 seconds because that's only how long everyone in the boat congratulated me for catching the fish!

Rose Lynn Fitka