Windy waters
It was one stormy day. “Boom, crash” the waves crashed on the sandy shore at Ahipara. I and mum suggested we stay home by the warm crackling fire. But dad, oh dad just had to go out. We loaded our boat onto the windy waters. “Swish, swash” the boat rocked. “Woah” dad ran over to the other side of the boat. “Erkkk.” The boat creaked. Off we went, me and mum feeling like we were going to be sick. We all remembered our life jackets on a day like this. We cast our fishing line, me and mum still feeling nauseous. “I’ve got one yelled dad!” We excitedly ran over. Dad moaned and groaned trying to get this fish out. “Ah ha.” It flipped and wiggled all over the deck. Dad pulled out the ruler. He was about to pick it up with his bare hands. I quickly stopped him. “You need to use a cold wet cloth to pick it up with dad.” He questioned my comment. “All right then”, he measured the fish, still with a wet cloth wrapped around it. “26 only 26!!!” Dad yelled. “Better get a good one soon.” After hours of waiting, feeling sick and catching no good sized fish, Mum finally got one. She pulled and tugged on the rod. It felt like years, after she got it in. “This ones a big one” I said. Without questioning dad carefully threw it back. “Hey why did you do that yelled” mum madly. “It was pregnant” said dad. “We want more kaimoana for years to come, don't we, that’s why we put it back.” We gathered up our gear and headed home. “What a day,” I said “what a day”!
By Poppy
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