The Cullman Times
Fairview High School
When I was a little boy all I ever wanted to do was fish. I would sneak out and go to the pond behind the house, without Mom knowing. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, or what the temperature was. I didn’t care if I caught a single fish, just as long as I was fishing, I was alright.
Until I was 13 all I ever fished was ponds, and occasionally the 17 acre pond we call “Gill’s Lake” because Kenneth Gill owns it. My uncle and I used to take one of his boats to Gills and we fish all day. He talks about the Tournaments he fishes at Guntersville Lake in Guntersville. He talks about how the fish are so much different than pond fish, and how much more they fight. Then he says how much money he won. He won $500 for just coming in 5th place. Just imagine how much he would make if he came in 1st. I love to fish, and getting paid to fish would be the greatest thing in the world.
When I was 15 the most tragic thing that could possibly happen to me, happened. My most favorite fishing partner, my grandpa, died. He fought skin cancer for over three years. But after the long fight, the cancer won. There were hundreds of people at his funeral. Some I knew and some I didn’t. I remember going to Guntersville Dam and the whole family eating out on my grandpa’s pontoon boat. Those were the best memories I had as a kid. Every time I visit Guntersville Dam I can’t but think about him and how we used to have so much fun, just goofing off and fishing. It didn’t matter if my grandma caught one fish or one hundred fish (which we have done) we always have a blast.
I can pretty much say that fishing is my favorite thing to do. I would fish 24/7, if my mom would let me. I am going to teach my kids how to fish, just like my parents taught me. But I’m sure I won’t be doing a lot of teaching because if they are a Nunnelley, it should come natural.