Once I went fishing with one of my friends to a river and 

I still can't believe what happened to us there. We decided to 

camp out there. We took our bikes up a old bike trail that we 

found. It was halfway burried under lots of weeds. It went so 

close to the river's edge that if you sliped your a gonner. We 

went through it any way "as daring as we were" and almost 

slipped off the edge. When we were fishing we both caught 

three fish in an hour. I cought about two cat fish and one carp 

and two bass alltogether in a long hour and a half. We both 

cought about ten to twenty times.  I think that I cought more 

fish. In the morning we walked up to the store to get some 

night cralers. When we got back we found out that our fish 

excaped. Me and Brian were chowing on potato chips and pop. 

All of a sudden a helicopter landed right in the river and they 

pulled uzis on us. They took us to Iran as prisoners. They 

wanted the US to give then four trillon dollers apeace for 

exchange for us. We stole there uzies because we were gun 

experts. Then we shot most of the Iranians then took the 

chooper back to the fishing hole. When we got back we 

noticed that there was a fish on the line. It was a large moth 

bass fifteen feet long.