Fishing and my childhood are one and the same. I spent as much of my free time as possible either in or at the water. It is more than just a hobby to me. It has crafted who I am and how I see things in the world. When I am on the water I forgot about any and all problems. I often lose track of time completely, feel carefree, and genuinely happy. The very first memories of fishing that I have are from when I learned to fish. My father use to take me to a little pond about 20 minutes away from our house. Over the years it became known as “the bass pond” due to the fact that we almost only caught largemouth bass in it. The pond itself is very special to me. It is about the length of two football fields, has a little island in the middle, and is surrounded by woodlands. I always loved the way the mix of tall oak and spruce trees reflected of the still water like it was a mirror. I remember picking up worms, slugs, and whatever else I could find. I would put them in a little bucket and bring them over to my fishing spot, then I would have my dad put one on the hook for me, however, I would cast it out and reel in the fish. …show more content…
I loved looking for new spots and bringing my friends along. I spent tons of time fishing in a small creek near my house. The fish that I caught were not of the best quality. They were all either sunfish, rock bass, perch, or other small types of small freshwater fish. Looking back on those times now I realized I was catching those types of fish because I would only use was worms for bait. At the time, I assumed that those were the only types of fish in the creek and I did not care at all about the size of the fish, it was just fun catching them and running around with friends
being able to fish and feel the ocean breeze every day was a blessing. Perhaps I might be a beach
I grew up along the beaches and in the woods of Long Island Sound. This was the country. And from then on I was terribly busy hitching up all the dogs I could find to pull me around on my sled in the snow, and picking cherries high up in cherry trees, chasing butterflies, and burning leaves, and picking up shells on the beach, and watching the new flowers come up in the woods as the seasons passed (Days Before Now)
This weekend my family is going out to dinner to celebrate my mom's 43rd birthday. We plan on going to Granite City in St. Cloud. After my father shall drive us to our fishing spot for fishing opener. We will start fishing for catfish that are as slavish as earthworms. Walleye and Pike are not open until 12 at night, that is pretty late for me. We like to use shrimp for bait, expensive I know. At midnight we will start casting for Walleyes with rustic lures, Walleyes always seem to be intimidating us with their soul piercing eyes. Fatigue consumes us before that though, we are not late night people. Since our family has done so great at our fishing spot, therefore i'm not allowed to give away the spot so secret the FBI does
The Bass, the River, and Sheila Mant appealed to me the most. In the story, the narrator really loves fishing, and he ends up falling in love with a girl named Sheila Mant. The narrator decides to take her to a concert in a canoe. While the two of them are riding in the canoe together, he finds out that she really does not like fishing, so he decides to act as if he didn’t like it either. The narrator had a fishing rod cast out before the date started and in the middle of the date he ends up hooking a really strong and large bass. The narrator then becomes extremely conflicted. The bass feels huge, probably the biggest he had ever hooked. On the other hand, if he shows Sheila that he likes fishing, she might not like him. The narrator eventually
My uncle saw me and rushed over with his net to help me reel the catfish, we wrestled with the catfish for a couple of seconds before we finally got it on the dock. Whenever I saw the catfish my eyes got wide; it was the albino catfish. I warned my uncle about how special this catfish was to Tim and we try quickly to get the hook out of the catfish’s mouth and get it back in the pond, but before we could Tim came out.
Grandpa caught 3 and Grandpa’s friend caught 3. Then we started back to the cabin to have the fish cleaned.
My first fishing experience was with my dad and my older brother when I was seven. Driving up to the creek, walking through the muddy path on the twisting dirt road. I could feel my dad’s pride
Fishin' is one of those pieces that you may quickly glance at without fully appreciating it. It is also hard to read from afar as well, so viewers might ignore it. There needed to be some way to draw attention to this wonderful
When I was young, I would always just go out to my pond and throw on a spinnerbait and catch fish like no other. I remember catching big fish when my dad was shredding around the pond and him having come take the fish off. It was just that easy. But
It was a beautiful summer day when it happened. I was enjoying the fresh air and the amazing view of Walden Pond. The sun was shining and a slight breeze blew across my face. I love standing still and listening to the swishing of the leaves and the soft feet of animals running through the grounds.
Have you ever had a 15-minute fight with a three foot Bull Red Drum fish? The thing that is love about fishing it lets me forget about all the bad things going on around me. When I go fishing it lets me forget about all the stress in my life. Sometimes loneliness seems like a negative quality, but fishing alone has many positives.
I was now big enough to cast full-sized rods. While there are too many big fish experiences to fit in this paper, every fight is exhilarating! I really enjoy offshore fishing, that is what I do the most. However, I also really enjoy freshwater fishing and inshore fishing at the beach. Plus, fish are very tasty!
Growing up on the Jersey Shore, I spent a lot of my time on the water whether it was on the beach or on the Barnegat Bay. Gazing out over the water, I can see sailboats going in all different directions all while igniting my interest. The boats going by me were unique, it was a sport I had never seen before or even thought of. There were kids like me going off in their own little vessels across the water. I was captivated by the sight and knew that was something I wanted to do.
I could go out on the water and fish for hours. I go to my cabin every weekend and I still spend every second that I can down by the lake. Often times I’ll tell my parents that I will be gone for about an hour and I’ll end up fishing for three hours. Even if the fishing is really slow I will still end up staying there for a while because I simply just don’t give up.
I will never forget the gigantic smile that was on my dad's face as I reeled in my tiny first sunfish. Even though we only fished for a couple of hours he taught me how important it is to be patient and that not everything comes easy and at the snap of a finger in