As dad and I took off for Grand Isle on Friday afternoon visions of red snapper,
             cobia, and dolphin fish danced through my mind. We bounced down the road in my dad's
             friend, John's pickup truck. The whine of the tires and the bland music on the radio made
             my eyelids heavy and slowly I was out.
             When I awoke we were parked in front of a house on stilts. It was about fifteen
             feet in the air and right on the beach. I climbed the stairs to the door and I could see how
             weathered and drab the wood siding was. Inside were two older gentlemen around my
             dad's age and one of their sons. Greg was the man who owned the camp and the boat we
             were going out on in the morning. He looked like a boat captain with dark, tanned skin
             and dark black hair with a few grey hairs here and there. Mike was the other older man
             and had brought his son, David, with him.
             The inside of the camp had little knicknacks hung all over the walls. Old fishing
             rods and reels, posters of fish, and shelves with old fishing lures. There were a few old
             couches inside and outside there was a huge fenced in porch. The porch fascinated me
             most because I could sit back and hear the waves crach on the beach below and feel the
             cool breeze and smell the salt water.
             As the night went on Greg sat beside me and told me stories of the huge fish that
             had broken the fishing rods that were hanging on the walls. I sat in amazement looking at
             each of the rods and imagining myself hooking into a fish the size of which God only
             knows. It started to get late so I was escorted into a room filled with bunk beds. I climbed
             to the top and imagined the fish we would hook into tomorrow.
             "Richard, Richard, wake up", was the first thing I heard the next morning. I
             staggered into the bathroom and did my business then staggered back out and tried to put
             on my pants. I looked over at an alarm clock and saw a hazy four
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