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I was excited! We were on vacation in Isle of Palms, South Carolina, and were ready to do some fishing. We arrived at the marina and were introduced to our captain for the day. I had never gone fishing in the ocean before. My dad, my sister, my two brothers and I were going on the four hour trip. We were all pretty pumped up and ready to hit the water. We finally boarded the small boat and headed out of the marina. I was excited!
We were fishing in the harbor so the waves were calm. We had several poles in the water with a chunk of Blue Crab on the end of each one. Suddenly, we heard the screeching drag of one of the poles, the line was being yanked out and being taken away by some creature in the harbor. I was excited. I grabbed the pole
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We noticed that the sky was turning a grayish color but ignored it. Our new location was along reeds and there was a small dock nearby. We were targeting a fish called Red Drum but it was more commonly known as “Redfish”. This type of fish was some that we could actually take home and eat! We were eager to catch some to take them home. Our captain instructed us to cast near the dock and reel back toward the boat. Since my little brother and I had already had some action with a fishing pole earlier, my older brother and my sister got first dibs. They each caught a small redfish. Although the fish weren’t very large, the captain agreed to clean them once the day was …show more content…
However, we kept on fishing. Perhaps, we thought, that the fish would begin to bite better because of the rain. This theory of ours was not the case. We were not getting any more bites and the rain was coming harder. Then, suddenly, a loud crack of thunder echoed through the sky. Lightning followed. We also noticed that several other boats were heading back to the marina at top speed. We got the hint and joined them. The rain only got worse and we were trying to get back as fast as we could. The rain pelted us as we rode back with our heads ducked so that we would not be slapped by the large drops. However, our safety was more important. So we endured the rain that felt more like hail all the way back to the marina.
Fishing the previous day was pretty fun. It was more like a blast. We decided that we wanted to go a second time. This time the forecast looked promising and the day was beautiful. However, this time it was just my two brothers and I. At the hotel, we loaded up our stuff, got in the van, and drove to the marina. At the marina, we met our new captain and said good-bye to the rest of the family. The captain was very kind and helpful. I was sure that today was going to be a good day for fishing. I was excited. I really wanted to hook into a shark. We got into the boat and left the
My uncle and I started getting everything setup so we could start fishing. I grabbed my fishing rod, placed the bait on the hook, unfolded my chair, and waited for a fish. Tim saw me sitting by myself so he walked over to the dock to talk to me about some stuff; he started telling me about his most prized/special catfish, the albino catfish. The albino catfish lived
It was an exciting day for me and I didn’t even know what was going to happen. My grandpa came to my house and then he told my brother Luke and I that he was going to take us on a fishing trip to Canada with his friend. We were so excited when he told us I told Grandpa, “This will be the best summer vacation ever!” After he told us we went and got gear like fishing poles, rain suites and food. When we got to the house the morning we were leaving, he showed us a picture of the cabin we would be staying in for the week. It took us a while to pack the car we all packed some of the same foods.
It was a bright sunny day and the lake looked like glass, perfect to go water skiing. My dad, brother, and I decided to go get the boat ready for our trip. We had to get the sunscreen, refreshments, and water skis. Once we all got in the boat, we had to untie the ropes that were tied to the boat and the dock and lead the boat out of the dock without it colliding into the dock..
I still remember the day as if it were yesterday, the day I reeled in my first yellowfin tuna. The morning started off as any other morning, wake up, shower, and dress but this day I ended up on a boat destined to head for the oil rigs off the coast of Louisiana. It was a long and cold ride out to the rigs, about one and a half hours of hitting waves as we all cuddled up at the stern.
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
... to the ocean to relax, socialize, and enjoy food and drinks on me. At the end of the night, everyone I had brought together was very thankful that I organized the trip because we had the chance to enjoy everyone’s company given that we do not all get to do that very often.
We cruised down to the spot as the sun was just peaking over the greasy calm water. When we got there we dropped down our live eels and the striped bass could not resist. I instantly felt the strike. It was a big fish. When it came to the boat I took my sharp pointy gaff and snagged the lunker in the head and hauled him into the boat.
We woke up early the next morning to start heading towards the river. When we got there I was happy to finally be out of the truck. I was ready and prepared to get in the water. Especially because it was so hot!
rainstorm, and was positive one was coming. The wind started to howl, so strong that it
We hastened our walk across the slippery landscape trying to avoid the pouring rain that was soon to come, but didn’t walk fast enough. It started downpouring on us, cold water drenching our tanned skin as we sprinted to the nearest place to take cover. Contending to run, we spotted an Italian restaurant we ate at a couple days back. We ran over to the yellow, stucco building and sat down under the doorway that, for the most part, protected us from the cold drops of water. As we reached the building, thunder rolled from above
Dad and mom had a day off of work and planned this fishing trip for a while. All they did was work and come home to do more work. It was a Sunday, a day we can get out of the house for once out of the week. I was looking forward to catching a big fish and bringing it home. The
We were going to the Bahamas because the Ole Miss basketball team had a tournament there. My dad and I woke up at 2:00 in the morning heading to Memphis. My mom and sister were already there so we had to pick them up first. We picked up my mom and sister and headed to the airport. When we got to the airport, we had to board the plane and took off. We landed in Atlanta and got some ice cream. Soon after, we got on another plane for the Bahamas! When we landed in the Bahamas, we had a 30 minute drive to our hotel, but it was worth it. After arriving at the hotel the, we put our bags up and started to walk around. That night the entire group ate dinner in a small conference room. I sat with the players, talked, and had fun.
The breeze pushed my hair behind my ears. The water rippled as I stared down into the empty ocean, dreaming of a fish. My legs felt like jello and my hands were shaking. I was sweating in my heavy-duty rain gear. I had been standing in the corner holding my fishing pole for what felt like hours.
I guess I had made my assumption too soon. Not a whole lot of fish were caught that day. I caught a couple of small trout that were pretty easy to hook. Nobody else had had any luck either. Abbey thought she had hooked a big one but it was really just a rock. “I just got a bite from a huge fish!” Her line had broken off on the rock. I tried to tell her that it was just a rock but we ended up going with her story about the fish. After a couple of hours of disappointing fishing we got bored and started to look for new things to do.
The adventure began with a cold winter morning in florid, Uncle Bob and I decided to head out to his secret spot, the dive site was roughly 100ft and a Spanish Galleon laid rest. My dad dropped me off at the boat dock where I met up with Uncle Bob. We did a gear check to make sure we had everything to complete our dive. After the gear check, we headed out, after a couple