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My First Prawn Fishing Experience - 20 MARCH 2010

Dear Journal,

Yesterday, 20th March, my 2 cousins and I had an enjoyable time fishing for prawns at the Sin Ming Prawn Fishing area. Although the skies were still dark and it was still drizzling, that did not dampen our spirits as we chattered excitedly in our uncle's car all the way to our destination - Bishan Prawn Fishing (Hai Bin U Enterprise). The address of Hai Bin U Enterprise is Bishan Prawning Place, at No. 603 Sin Ming Ave, S(575735).


After renting our fishing rods and selecting our spot, our parents started hooking the bait onto the hooks of the fishing rods before casting the fishing lines into the pond. We used both liver and earthworms for our bait.

Prawn fishing is not easy. It requires lots of patience and skill. After letting a few prawns get away, my mother finally managed to catch a large prawn after about 15 mins! Here is a photo of us together with our catch!



While my parents were fishing, my cousins, Chloe and Clara, and I helped ourselves to the fried fishballs which my aunty brought along to the Prawning Place. Yummy!

Just as we were going to pack up, I witnessed a funny incident. I saw a young man pulled his fishing rod up and looking embarrassed. Instead of catching a prawn, he had managed to catch a small fish instead with this bait! Ha Ha!

Here is a picture of my mommy, my cousin Clara and me! My poor dad, not in the picture, was still trying his luck to catch his first prawn.
This has been a fun field trip to the Prawning Place and I look forward to coming here again!

signing off,
Elijah
Full Disclosure: this post was written by my guest writer, my Dad

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