When I was seven, my parents and I took a trip to Colorado for the summer. We went for about two weeks and the primary objective was to go fishing. After everything was packed up and ready to go, we set off. Traveling for countless hours, we finally made it to an isolated river deep in the Rocky Mountains. There we set up camp and prepared for the long day of fishing ahead. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing around me, the scene was too much to take in. The river itself seemed to wind like a snake for countless miles. Birds were chirping in the distance, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and there was a cool breeze flowing through the camp. The whisper from the wind was a singing choir. Our day had only just begun. After setting up camp and rigging the gear, my dad and I set off for the river. “Are we going to catch anything?” I questioned as we neared the sound of the water. At the time, I was still young and inexperienced in terms of fishing so catching something wasn’t concrete. It wasn’t long before we reached the river and were soon casting our lines into the watery abyss. “Why haven’t we caught anything yet?” I asked. “You just have to be patient.” My dad replied. The hours seemed liked years as we continued to catch nothing. Our luck was running dry and our patience thin. After about six hours of this routine, we decided to call it quits and head back to camp. Besides, we still had another day of fishing before moving on to our next location. I was confident that our luck would change after such an unsuccessful day. We would have to get up early the next day in order to make the most out of our time so I made sure to get a good night sleep that night and feel well rested in the morning. By the time morning came I was ready and full of energy for our last chance to catch a big one. It was a beautiful day outside and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I was already starting to feel like luck was on our side. As my father and I approached the river we heard a huge splashing sound. We dashed to the bank and saw a giant fish leaping out of the water. My dad being the better fisherman took the first cast at it. He practically landed right on top of it and hooked the fish immediately. “Real him in, real him in!” I screamed as he struggled to get the fish in. It took us about twenty minutes in total to real the fish in and secure it in the net. We then proceeded to get the hook out of its mouth and marvel at its glory. It was nearly twenty-two inches in length and about two pounds. At the time I thought it was the biggest fish I had ever seen. I remember shouting with joy when he finally landed it but I knew we had to let it go after a while. My dad let me release it and I watched in amazement as it peacefully made its way back to the murky depths. I knew from that point on that I would always remember the adventure as the fish of a lifetime.