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Personal Narrative Essay: A Trip To Snakehead Fishing

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Spook night and i was just about to get out of my car to go snakehead fishing. This spot is very far away this spot is in coral springs but i live in fort lauderdale. So i got out of my car me and my brother billy bob carter cameron joe that's his full name. Great guy great guy so we hopped out jumped over the fence and right when we hopped the fence we saw the absolute biggest snakehead either of us have seen it had to benn 12 to 14 feet big. My brother billy bob carter cameron joe made a cast on it it hit the frog that we used for bait he hooked up with the huge beast then everything stopped even the fish and we heard hey what are you doing here. I said fishing he said i have seen you here before i am calling the police so we ran but darn this guy …show more content…

We hoped another fence and we got in the car and we drove away but what a coincidence there was the same car this was not are car it was the same just not ares but at this point there new it was us and they were looking for us again we went back went under the fence got in the car and drove away but right when we turned around there was a cop in the back seat of the car so my brother billy bob carter cameron joe got back there he pushed him out and we kept driving.Then we saw ten cars behind us we were in a cop chase we went as fast as we could.My brother had an idea that we would drive by a bad neighborhood and they would stop the police so we did but they started shooting at us and them we were going to hit a bus but the my brother billy bob carter cameron joe turned at the last second and we got away from the police we finally were done we drove

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