September 16, 2015
A Rare Catch
Why fish for fish when you could fish for four-wheelers instead? Last summer, on June 20th, my family and I traveled to Paris, Tennessee. We stayed in a small cabin that my grandfather built back in 1958. Every year my family would spend (minimum) one week at the cabin with nothing to do apart from ride four wheelers and go out on the pontoon boat. Little did we know, this year’s family vacation was about to take an adventurous turn for the worst.
Late one evening, my father decided to take my sister and me on a four wheeler ride. I drove the old red four wheeler, while Dad drove the new green four wheeler with my sister on the back. Dad decided that we were going to ride down to the boat dock at the bottom of a curvy hill. When I parked the four wheeler at the top of the hill, I told my dad that I wasn’t sure how to put on the emergency brakes. He looked over and unmistakably stated, “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine.” A few minutes later, while standing at the bottom of the barely lit boat dock, the four wheeler flew past me and went roughly one-hundred and fifty yards into the Mississippi River. The only part of the four wheeler that was visible was the tires which were floating holding up the four wheeler. After about five minutes of wondering what to do, dad drove back to the cabin to get my grandfather, the truck with the trailer, and a few ropes.
Dad arrived with my grandfather, the ropes, and a crazy idea. My dad decided he was going to swim out into the Mississippi River with a rope tied onto him and another rope in his hand. He was going to tie the other rope to the four wheeler and we would pull him and the four wheeler back onto the dock. Everyone thought he was insane because by now the four wheeler had floated at least two-hundred yards out and the temperature was colder since the sun had completely disappeared. We placed Dad’s rope tightly around him...