One summer, me and my family went on vacation to our usual spot in Canada, around the end of the B.C region, and next to the Alaskan border.  We were staying with a close family friend that my Dad has known for many years. His name is Jack, and he is a hunting guide, and we stayed in one of his little cabins that he houses hunters in, in the middle of the bush. They were really cozy, a little heater, the cabins were made out of wood, and in the evening, the warm glow of the sunset, the warmth of the heater, and the wood smell made you drowsy, comfortable, and safe. The cabins were not very spacious, but they were nice.
There were gas lights that made a soft buttery glow wrap around every corner, making the dark go away.
And when you would look out the windows, all you saw was mountain ranges, flowers and beautiful wildlife. Everything so close you could almost touch them, seeing a Cow Moose with her baby so close, filled you with excitement of what else that land held.


  And when we would leave camp, we would drive for a few hours down the most beautiful stretch of land that I have ever seen. You would go into the mountain range, through a dense but amazingly beautiful Borieal forest, after you emerge from there, you would arrive in the alpine tundra. Then you would see a enormous river, and around that flew dozens upon dozens of Bald Eagles, free and wild. You could see the magnificence of the rivers, their fierce currents and the strength of them, the width of them, they seem miles wide, and the animals that dwell in them, you only notice their strength when you see them fight against the current.


 When we would finally arrive to our destination, Haines, Alaska, after getting across the border, the first thing that we would do, is go to a little shop, that sold home-made fudge, little trinkets, and souvenirs. I always got chocolate and peanut flavored fudge, but after that, we would run to the supermarket, get some snacks, and get some boots, rain jackets, and other things. But, before we set off again, we had to make one more stop, to get fishing licenses so we could go salmon fishing later on in the day. Since I was younger than 16, I had no need to get one, but my mom and dad did.


 We finally got to go! We were on our way to go fishing! I was so exited, I was ready to catch a HUGE salmon!
We were finally there, the river was so beautiful, I couldn't believe my eyes, even though i had been there before, I cast out into the river, reel in, nothing. I do it once more, still nothing.
This goes on for a while, and i notice that my dad, on a small island in the river was catching way more than me! So, naturally I had to be where he was. So, I had him carry me on his back across the river, and I started casting, and by my third cast, I caught a BIG salmon!! And then, my dad carried my sister across, and my Dad, sister and me started catching fish like crazy. But then, something bad happened. Something really, really bad.