the pink sun was just coming up over the horizon when Marcus his uncle arrived at Lake minnow. marcus had been awake since well before dawn. he and his uncle had left their sleeping town to make the two-hour trip to was marcus's uncle called "the best fishing lake in the whole state." marcus was excited this was not like the other fishing trips he had taken where he stood on the bankand fished. this time he was going to fish from his uncle's fishing boat.
the gates at the marina swung open as marcus and his uncle pulled up. marcus marcus could see rows and rows of all kinds of boat. they where motor boats ,pontoon boats, sailboats, and even canoes. marcus had never seen such a beautiful sight. the air smelled of fresh water, fish, and worms marcus knew that they were gatting close to where fishing the fishing boats were docked.
he was right. His uncle's car slowed to a stop as they approached a big rusty boat. marcus could see the handles on the side of the boat where he could place his fishing pole. he sensed that this was going to be the best fishing trip ever.