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I'm 13 years old and I live about 30 miles from Kansas City, Kansas. My family is always hunted, but we love to fish more than anything.

My dad has fished the, uh, who can't pronounce this?

Marius Des Canyas River all his life.

I'm just not going to try that one.

He started taking me with him when I was about five.

Dad and I had been on a roll slamming monster channel cats all summer.

Our goal was to catch big flatheads since I've never caught one before. I was really determined to do that when we got to the river two days ago.

It was 7 p.m. and about 30 minutes until dusk when we got there. We checked out a few other places before we settled on my

grandfather's favorite spot. It didn't take long to unload the truck and get set up. Then 10

minutes later, we were already getting big bites, so we knew it was going to be a good night.

Everything was going great. We were having a lot of fun. Dad brought everything we

needed to roast hot dogs on the fire. So I was busy cooking myself a couple while I kept an

eye on the poles. I love the feeling of being out there. About the time we caught the first

nice channel cat and the fish were starting to make a run that feeling

changed everything got eerie all of a sudden it was still and quiet behind us we started hearing

brush popping no sooner did we zero in on that then something was thrown at us out of the darkness and landed right next to us.

And then something else was thrown and landed in the water.

Well, I kept hearing something stomping right behind me.

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