Yesterday I went to Walhalla a river in the Yukon, with my auntie, my mother, my brother and  my grandmother. I cast my line and again and again then I suddenly caught one!! I snagged it out of the water it walloped on the ground for a few seconds then my mum smacked the *grayling on the head with a heavy glass bottle. Then I caught another one same way.  My pesky brother George did well gutting and scaling it.

*A grayling is a small fish of the Yukon.