Fishing - My Accident
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Fishing: My Near-Death Experience
Summary
Fishing can be a relaxing pastime, but it’s crucial to exercise caution near water. I want to share a story from my childhood that almost ended in tragedy while fishing at a country creek.My Story
I often wonder how I survived that day. As a 10-year-old visiting my grandmother and uncle with my mother during summer vacation, I had an experience that could have cost me my life. They lived in a remote valley, a mere five-minute drive across, surrounded by dense forests. The western side was lush and damp, while the eastern side was somewhat drier.A creek meandered through the valley, its waters fed by the melting snows of the towering mountains nearby. In spring, the creek transformed into a raging torrent, frequently flooding the valley’s fertile farmland, including my grandmother's. The rapid snowmelt could turn it into a monstrous expanse of water.
By summer, the creek calmed to a fraction of its springtime size, with a main current the width of a highway lane, flanked by pools carved by the spring floods. The riverbank’s stability was often compromised by this erosion.
On a hot summer day, my mother and I set out for the creek to fish. We crossed fields and brush to reach it. I carried a fishing rod and a can of worms for bait. A rough trail followed the creek’s edge, leading to a sparkling fishing pool. We noticed how the floodwaters had eaten into the bank, making it unstable. My mother warned me to stay away from the edge.
What happened next is a blur of snapshots in my mind. I remember the bank suddenly giving way beneath me?"a sense of panic as I tried to grab hold of roots protruding from the bank. It all flashed by in an instant, then everything went black, and I felt as if I were dreaming. I was enveloped in a warm, green haze, floating in a peaceful, dreamlike state.
Then, suddenly, I was aware of my mother pulling me up the bank by my arm. I was soaked, cold, and covered in mud. I have no clear memory of what occurred outside of my green haze during my time in the creek.
According to my mother, she was unable to reach me and didn’t know how to swim. She yelled for me to kick or tread water and to lift my arm so she could haul me up. I don’t remember any of it?"it’s all a blank.
Later, I warmed up with a hot bath. The water in the tub was just fine; anything deeper is not for me.
This experience taught me to respect warnings about unstable riverbanks. I’ve gone fishing since, but only from the safety of a boat, never near a creek again.
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