One Summer's day, my Uncle Rick, Isaiah and I went to Police Outpost Lake to fish. I'd learned to fish from my dad. He'd taught me everything I knew about fishing. Then, he passed away.
"Why do I have to be so quiet?" asked Isaiah. "All those birds are making way more noise than I ever could!"
I ignored him. Pulling back on my rod(杆),I remembered my dad's words. "Jacob, gently bring your rod back. Keep the line up high. "Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a few great northern loons(潜鸟)gathering together not far from the shoreline. What were they doing there? Maybe it was a family? One loon, making terrible sounds, swam away from the group, towards me.
My dad had been a fish and wildlife officer. He travelled all over the province, working away from home for days on end, especially in the spring and fall. When he returned, we sat on the couch together, and he told me stories of life on the road. My dad loved his job, especially the part where he protected nature from humans.
"Isaiah! Come here!"" Now who's shouting?"" Just get over here. Now!"
The loon stopped in the shallow water near shore. It was so close, and we could see its bright red eyes. Strangely, the bird's wings were held tight against its body.
"Look at that beak(鸟喙)!" said Isaiah. "It could easily stab(刺)us to death with that thing!"
Walking into the water, getting closer to the loon, we both saw thin wire wrapped around its neck. Reaching down, I touched its head, my heart racing. I could see there was a shiny red hook in its body, and fishing line was wrapped tightly around its neck. Left like this, the loon couldn't fly or fish or survive. It was asking us to help!
"Go to grab the scissors. I'll pick it up, and you cut away the line," I said to Isaiah, who ran away and came back with the tiny pair of scissors.
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Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a second to calm myself.
"Hurry and cut the line!" I said.
