Personal Narrative: My Trip To Baxter State Park

My dad had always told me stories about going to Baxter State park. How good the fishing is and all the wildlife that is there. He has been there a few times and he’s climbed Mt. Katahdin before. He knows where all the ponds and rivers like they are in his back pocket. After listening to all of my dad’s experiences of Baxter, I was just itching to go. It was the end of June and I finally got my chance to go to Baxter State Park. My dad and I have been preparing for this trip since February and this week has been jammed packed with organizing flies and getting all the supplies into bins and into the car. I have been waiting all my life for this day and it has finally come.
We left at the crack of dawn the next morning. On the ride up we saw …show more content…
We then unpack all the bins and bring everything to the cabin. The cabin was really old and rickety, every time you open the door, it closes with a really loud, “BANG!”. I then chose my bed and laid out my sleeping bag and pillow. The cabin smelt like wood and mildew because there was a box of wood for the wood stove on the other side of the cabin. As i was looking around, I saw a night stand with a small book on it. I sat down and opened the book to find many writings and drawings about other people’s stay. One thing that particularly stuck out to me was all the writings about this moose. The writings were describing this moose as a really buff, wide shouldered moose with an enormous velvet rack. After reading those writings, I really wanted to see this moose.
Once we got all of our things situated, my dad and I took a walk down a trail that led to a small bog that was a part of Kidney Pond. When I got there, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there was the moose that all of the writings back at the cabin were talking about. It was huge and it had that perfect velvet rack just like it was written up. That was the very first moose I had ever actually gotten to …show more content…
I almost fell right out of the canoe I was so startled. I casted my line right where I heard the splash and not ten seconds after, I saw a fish jump right out of the water and take my fly. It tug so hard the whole way i was reeling it in and i thought it was going to break but luckily I was able to get the fish to the boat. It was the biggest fish i’ve ever caught and even seen in real life. My dad tried to take a picture of my catch, before he could get the camera out, the fish slipped out of my hand and plopped into the water. That whole night was filled with fishing. I caught at least a dozen more, while my dad only caught three. On our way back to the cabin I told my dad,”That was seriously funny that i caught more fish than you and you’ve been here many more times than I have.” “Yeah, well I had to paddle you around to all the fish, so technically we both caught the fish together,” he argued. We walked the rest of the was to the cabin and slept for the night. The next day was filled with fishing and eating. I did some kayaking around the pond while my dad stayed at the camp and made food. That day went by faster than a jackrabbit and the next morning we packed up and hit the road to go