One summer day, when I was about 14 years old, my father left me at the campground to watch the store while he ran out to do some errands. When he left, and gave me specific instructions to tell anyone that stopped by that he would be back soon, and, under any circumstances, I was so not leave the store unattended.

On any normal day, these orders would be very easy to carry out, but that day was different. Firstly, I had just been given some new lures, which I was dying to try out, and secondly, I knew that there were three huge, trophy trout in the hole directly behind the main office.

Forsaking my father’s instruction, I planned to quickly run outback, cast a few cast with my new lures, and then return before he noticed; it was foul-proof. I quickly ran out to the river, tied on one of my new lures and cast my line into the water. On the forth cast, I was sure that everything was working perfectly. No sooner did that thought cross my mind, BAM, one of the large trout hit my line, and I had no intensions of letting it go. After a couple minutes of wrestling the fish in with the help of another fisherman who was close by, the fish was mine. The only problem was, I now had 26 ½ inches of disobedience, and 10lbs of guilt to deal with. I was now faced with one of the hardest choices I have ever had to make. My dilemma was simple. If I let fish go, than all I have is a fish tale that I can’t even tell, or, if I keep the fish, then I self incriminate, and have to face the punishment for disobedience.

The true fisherman in my showed through, and I decided that a fish like that was worth keeping regardless of the penalties. I iced the fish and waited for my father to return home. Although he was upset, it was still proud of my catch, and brought it to the taxidermist. That fish still hangs on my wall to this day.

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