Outro (cause essay)

When I return home from our fishing trips I am always more exhausted then when I left. I always come home with great fishing stories, some true and maybe some just stretched a little. There are always scars from the trip like broken flashlights, ripped tarps from 40mph winds and broken tent poles to match, nothing a little duct tape won’t fix. Engine problems that turn out to be just loose gas lines, dirty carbs, bad plugs and flooded engines that you should always let vent out before you start the motor, at least if you want to save you fire extinguisher for a much bigger fire. Falling out of the boat, loosing fishing poles, hitting rocks, getting stuck in trees, getting stuck on rocks, hooking my father law, my father in law hooking me, and losing two hundred bucks worth of lures and gear. Every year we say “same time same place next year?” and we go our separate ways back to the busy world where we all came from. Even though we may not have caught a lot of fish, and the trip in the long run cost us more than we would have made if we stayed at work, we all still come back to our same old fishing hole each year and enjoy each othesr company, and just relax, because you know what they say “a bad day of fishing is still better then a good day at work.”