The Pairie Dog

It all started when my mom took my family fishing one day. She decided to take us to a place where she went fishing as a little girl. (They caught many fish there.) So we went to this lake called Lost Creek. It took us a really long time to get there. It is in a town named Croydon (over by devil’s slide). In this town the speed limit was like 20 so it took us a half hour to get through the town, because my mom wouldn’t break the speed limit. We only saw one car in this journey but it was going the same way as us and passed us at about 50 miles per hour. My mom still stayed at the same speed. Eventually we were there. It was a huge lake but unfortunately the side of the lake that she went fishing on was blocked off because it was private property. So we just started fish on the side of the lake that we were on. It all was good except we didn’t get any bites. There were some prairie dogs and chipmunks. They kept getting into the persons tackle box right next to us. Before I knew what was happening my brothers kept coming by and taking all the marshmallows. I couldn’t see what they were doing until I went over and saw them using a fishing line as a trap with a marsh mallow as bate. They would always never pull the line hard enough. So I found some extra line on the ground and made a trap. The entire trap consisted of was a slip knot with a loop on the ground with the line in my hand. After I set it up right in front of the creatures I just looked the other way and acted like I looking at the mountain, while looking at it with my peripheral vision. When the prairie dog stepped in the loop I pulled but I pulled up slightly so it went right over his head. I set it up again quickly. When I pulled the fishing line the second time the fishing line when right under his or her arms. It was a victory for all of 5 seconds. Then it started to scream, it was very high pitch. That’s when I tried to let it go, but when I was loosing the knot it bit me on my left index finger. So I just cut it loose. During all this my mom saw me catch it and was very mad. Apparently she had told us to stop several times but I did not hear. We had to leave right then. My mom didn’t know it had bitten me until we were at our grandparents’ house about an hour later. When she found out she got really really mad. She had to take me to the doctor. She was very worried I would have to take the $5,000 rabies’ shots. I felt very bad at this point. In the end the doctor told me that in the past ten years they haven’t had one with rabies that they are aware of. So he just wanted me to take some pills that would take care of the other things prairie dogs had.