Throughout my life I have been exposed and introduced to many activities and events. But one of these has really grown on me over the years and has helped me develop as a person. Even since I picked up my first fly rod about six years ago I have never let go. As some people hold on to expectations and sayings of their peers and family I stay attached to my hobby of fly fishing. When I first discovered the majestic sport of fly fishing I became obsessed over it. This is due to my first experience when my father and brother and I traveled up to northern wisconsin to a the Coleman Lake club to have a beautiful weekend of fishing in mid june. The scenery of Coleman Lake always brings a soothing feeling to me and allows me to relaxe. Fly fishing
Fly fishing is a fishing experience that is unlike any other. Being up in the clear mountain waters just casting away, time flies faster than ever. Even on a day when the fish aren't biting, and it just seems like the nothing can go right, just being there is enough to pass the day. Then there are those days when catching a fish is effortless, every knot that is tied is perfect, and every cast is better than the last one; those are the days that are unforgettable. There have been times when it seems as if it is getting dark after just a few casts. Fly fishing is something that everyone should try. Fly fishing and spin fishing, how are they different; how are they similar? Fly fishing is the casting of artificial flies that come in all styles
In the Maclean family, fly-fishing was portrayed as the link that brought the father closer to his two sons. Not only did the family strongly believe in their Presbyterian values, but they believed that fly-fishing was an important way to release their frustrations and just relax together every Sunday after church. In Norman Maclean’s novella, A River Runs Through It, a sport that started out as a hobby transformed into a tradition that brought discipline and structure into a family that seemed as though they would never be able to get along. In everyone’s life there is one activity that brings him or her these same feelings and emotions, it is just up to them to find it.
Fly fishing is not what this story is all about, although it might seem so at first. Neither is it about religion, even though the father’s first line is: "In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing." Yes, these two things are themes that run through the story and add to its power. But there is so much more. It depicts a place of beauty, history, myth, and mystery, it is a triangle of earth in Montana where the writer grew up. And it captures a space of time in the not-so-distant past with a sensitivity that is both witty and poetic. Robert Redford loved this story and turned it into a handsome movie. Read it yourself or watch the movie, and you will learn something about fly fishing, but you wil...
I have been fishing the lakes and rivers of the southeastern United States for most of my life and for most of that time I have been pursuing the common carp. But about 15 years ago I started catching these strange new fish occasionally when I was carp fishing. I can remember as if it were yesterday the first time I landed this stunning silver giant, and I had not a clue what it was. At the end of that session I rushed home and began looking thru every book I had on fresh water fishes. Finally, I found a picture of a fish that I believed was the same one I had caught. It was a White Amur or as it is more commonly known, grass carp.
For me, the joy of fishing is not remembered by the size of the fish or even by the picture we took at the end of the day. I will forever connect the joy of that day to the joy of every other fishing trip. Whether the fishing took place 7 years ago or 7 weeks ago the joy is and will still be the same. That joy is what makes the fishing so
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Skiing has been a significant part of my life since I was three. The slopes fill me? with more joy than anywhere else. Throughout my years skiing, my Dad and my older brother Trevor have helped me. Following in their footsteps, I have progressed in both the way I ski and the difficulty of slopes I attempt. When I began skiing, I was scared and needed lessons. I could not complete any slopes except bunnies and greens (the easiest slopes). Through many days spent on the slopes challenging myself, my skill improved. I wanted to ski with my dad and brother, and knew I had to practice in order to even try keeping up with them. Determination to join them and be together skiing made me work harder than I have worked before to improve a skill. This story will help you see some of the challenges I faced and successes I achieved as I began to ski, and improved both my skill and mindset.
Fly fishing is essential to a program known as “Casting for Recovery,” which is an organization established to plan different fly fishing tips for breast cancer survivors, acting as a form of physiotherapy and a therapeutic measure. The main aim of the program is mainly to provide support to survivors of breast cancers and make it more accessible to them.
There is an indescribable felling that occurs at Horseshoe Lake. It is a feeling of mild comfort and much needed relaxation mixed with exhilaration. The comfort comes from the light breeze, which quickly comes and goes while you are fishing. It is this breeze that allows your fishing line to float one way or another, thus doing the luring for you. The tall oak trees provide shade that prevents you f...
When a high schooler thinks of love, they often think of butterflies in their stomach, spending time with the person they love, having a future together, and sharing a life together. Most of the time, these feelings get associated with happy thoughts and a sense of equality with their partner. However, in A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen, Torvald Helmer manipulates his obsession with power to convince himself and others of his love for Nora. Though the reader sees that the imbalance of power lacks attention from Nora until the end of the play, it becomes evident as the play continues that Torvald not only holds his power over Nora to manipulate her, but becomes more and more obsessed with having power throughout A Doll’s House.
Winding mountains, verdant fields, and meandering rivers are all beautiful things that bring us serenity. One thing that takes me to a place of profound serenity is fly fishing. Picture yourself standing on a tranquil riverbank, enveloped by the gentle rustle of trees and the rhythmic flow of water, while dancing with fish on the end of your line that can snap at any moment. It may seem counterintuitive, but there's something about this sport that effortlessly unravels the burdens of everyday life, leaving behind a sense of peace and tranquility. For my English class, I was assigned a project to explore a subculture to which I belonged.
Fishing tests your patience; if you want to catch a fish, you’re going to have to wait. I dip my feet into the icy water of the river and wait, wait, wait. I feel relaxed, surrounded by nature, but the air around me is also buzzing with the excitement. Goats graze on the grass that grows atop the rocky cliff across from me, and a gentle breeze whispers through the ivy that drapes over it. My hands are gripped tightly around my rod, ready to reel up my first catch, ready for the weight of a monster fish, ready for anything. Out of nowhere, I feel the slightest tug on my line and see a flash of rainbow scales beneath the water. I see my fishing rod bending with weight, which could mean only one thing: FISH ON! I begin to reel it in, inch by inch. The trout flies out of the water, glistening as the setting sun reflects off of its scales. The sky is ablaze, full of different shades of magenta, orange, and scarlet. It was as if an artist had painted the sky with the skillful strokes of their paintbrush. I hear my parents gasp with awe behind me. The first
Do you think I cot a fish my first time fishing, I am going to tell you guys what my story is going to be about my first time fishing. One day I went to Horse Creek Lake with my dad we went trout fishing. My dad has always fish over there that was my first time going over there fishing. My first time going fishing
I have been around nature and a culture that appreciates it since I was little. Growing up in Minnesota, it’s hard to not get wrapped up in “lake life” and weekends at the cabin. “Life is better at the lake” is a common phrase that adorns many cabin walls in Minnesota. My love of lakes started at the summer camp I attended for 9 years as a kid in the central lakes region of Minnesota. All of my favorite activities centered on the gorgeous, clean, and clear lake that the camp was situated on.
I started out as a twinkle in my father’s eye in the fall of 1982, and then on that fateful day of July 20, 1983 I was born in the small town of Seward, Alaska. Coming into a world of beauty and ruggedness, I soon learned how to interact with the things around me. Never being a small person, smash and grab always seemed to be a good theory for whatever activity I pursued. Even though I may have got a few small scrapes and such along the way, I never did lose my speed and intensity. This is still how I do it - fast and efficiently - always quick to get bored. Growing up in Alaska, I learned the outdoors, fishing, and hunting. These lessons I will never forget. Coming from the woods, you learn a lot about self-reliance and prioritization.