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Jack Warshauer Reading-7 12/21/10 The Canadian Fishing Expedition 1. Waking up around four in the morning 2. Pickup of my grandpa for the adventure 3. Perkins for breakfast and found another one on the drive up for lunch 4. Many stops at Gander Mountain, Fleet Farm, or any other sporting good stores we see. 5. After 11 hours of driving we finally meet up with my other grandparents, cousins, uncles, and my aunt at a Super 8 motel 6. The next day we go to a lodge type building where we arrange to take a float- plane out to the camp. 7. We set out in the plane with all of our gear 8. About a hour trip to the isolated cabin 9. We arrive at camp late in the day and unpack everything 10. We set out the next day to fish weather sunny and warm 11. Not very good luck no fish caught 12. Next day better luck a few walleyes caught and we found a new honey hole weather warm/cloudy 13. Next day - at least 30 walleyes between the three of us in one boat 14. Even more the next day caught at least 15 myself 15. After fishing cousin and I go minnow fishing 16.

Jack Warshauer Reading-7 12/16/10 The Greatest Adventure Ever Jack Warshauer Reading-7 12/21/10   The Greatest Adventure Ever Late nights. Early Mornings. Lots of time on the water. That is what it is like to be on a mind blowing trip to Canada for a week of fishing. One of the greatest things that would happen to me and it completely made me forget about Disney World, even as a first grader. I would recommend it to anyone who would love to spend time with relatives and spend time in the great outdoors. It made me a very down-to-earth person. When I caught wind of a Warshauer-Longhini adventure to go to Canada, I was ecstatic and I had to go. I immediately asked my dad if I could go, and, surprisingly, he said yes. We would go during a break in my first grade school year, and I couldn’t wait. When the time finally came, we set out at four in the morning with my dad and my grandpa. We drove for about three hours until we found a Perkins for breakfast. We then started my favorite part of a road trip. We started to see outdoor outfitter stores pop out when we traveled farther north. As more came out, the more we stopped. It was nice stopping every half hour because that is about as long as a seven year old can sit without saying “Are we there yet?” After eleven long, strenuous hours of driving, we finally meet up with some of my relatives at a Super 8 motel. We spend the night there and pack up to go to the lake the next morning. We head to a log building type lodge to arrange the float plane to take us out to our isolated camp. I think riding in the float plane is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The plane wasn’t very big, but it was the experience and the sights of the Canadian wilderness while flying only about a hundred feet above the ground. I was even allowed to sit in the copilot seat for a little bit. When we skimmed down on the water, I was astonished. I was expecting more houses and buildings on the decent size lake. But, we were the only house on the lake. The closest was at least two to three miles away on a completely different lake. We were on our own. The best part comes next. The fishing. The fishing was phenomenal. I was fishing most of the time with two of the greatest outdoorsmen of all time, my father and grandfather. My grandpa caught the biggest northern in that area of the year in Red Lake. My dad is a outdoorsmen with decades of hunting and fishing under his belt. The cool thing was, both of them were in my boat. Over the week, we caught so many fish I don’t even remember how many we guessed we caught, but one thing is for sure, this trip was a success. As quickly as it began, it ended. It was an amazing time spending time with my relatives. It really did make me more of a down-to-earth person. It made me realize all that God gave us through nature and how we should never take it for granted. It was the ultimate trip.