I am not a very good fisher, and I don't necessarily like it a that much, to be honest it’s pretty boring, I don't know how fisherman do it. But sometimes me and my brother would fish, just to pass the time. Are parents were always hanging out with there friends on the beach— they were pretty much partying—.
It was a bright and shiny day few clouds to be seen on Pineview, the water was rough due to crowded waters. But that didn't matter much, because we were anchored in a cove that was great for fishing. My parents were on the beach with there friends partying and enjoying the golden rays. There wasn’t much to do for me and Chase— my older brother— so we got really bored, quickly. Chase decided to fish, Chase sadly beat me to the fishing pole before I even had the thought to fish, I had to wait until chase was done before I could use the pole. He moved to the bow of the boat — a good spot where we
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normally fished— then he started to cast, launching the hook way out into the water, when he swung back the hook almost had gotten stuck and hit the windshield of the boat, thankfully it didn’t. I stayed in the back of the boat waiting, until finally the boredom had besieged my castle. I started to make my way to the bow of the boat. “I want to watch, please?” I had a secret intention to get my use of the pole quicker.
“Sure, just stay back until i'm done casting.” I was almost to the bow. He was in mid-cast, I was still a safe distance away from where Chase stood, I tried to stay out of his casting reach. With a long swing backwards and a sudden switch of motion almost as if he was whipping the water. I watched in awe. I tried to keep an eye on the hook as long as I could, but at some point in the cast, I lost sight of it.
“Where’d it land?” Chase surveyed the water with his eyes looking for a splash, or any indication of where it had landed. He followed the fishing line with his eyes, it snaked around to where I stood, as if it was all a big snake it clung to my face, biting my cheek.. He gave the pole a little tug, just to justify his eyesight. I felt my face move a little bit.
His face turned a ghastly white, he was a statue stuck in one position, a position of fear and despair. His mind must have taken a while to process what to do, because he sat there for what seemed like an
eternity. “Mom!” Yelling in dismay, chase started to move like his mind had thawed. “Dad!” I didn’t realize what was happening or why chase was calling Mom and Dad with such panic. As if threading a needle with the cast of a fishing pole, Chase had somehow managed to lodge the hook my cheek, but the hook didn’t get deep enough pierce my mouth. It was stuck in the outer chunk of skin. The hook had a barb to prevent the hook from being pulled out of a fish. So to get the hook out we had to poke another hole into my cheek and cut the line so we could pull it through.
“Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bush, the sound of someone coming down from the narrow path from the road above… “I’m sorry, I always come here to fish on Saturday afternoons and I’ve never encountered anyone here before.” (Arnason, page
"When a trout rising to a fly gets hooked on a line and finds himself unable to swim about freely, he begins with a fight which results in struggles and splashes and sometimes an escape. Often, of course, the situation is too tough for him."
C-witty became curious about the hooks. Why were they there? Are they the reason her food is missing? And growing smaller? She couldn’t stop thinking about the hooks.She swam in spot while staring at the hooks in the water. “C-witty?” ...
“Just show me the tackle and give me some bait. Then watch me go fishing, the rest can wait.” Fishing is one of my favorite things to do. It is catching a fish for either food or simply for fun. You can do it by yourself to enjoy the peace and quiet or fish with others to pass the time. Many people think fishing is an old man's sport but I think of it differently. It has helped to form my values, most importantly patience.
Even though we believe there are so many happy things around us, these things are heartbreaking. The poems “Tips from My Father” by Carol Ann Davis, “Not Waving but Drowning” by Stevie Smith, and “The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop convey the sorrow of growing up, of sorrowful pretending, and even of life itself. The poem “Tips from My Father” depicts an episode of the life of a father and his son. The pain from the childhood, the betraying of a lover, countless secrets are settling during the period of life, which can absolutely not be shared and understood by others.
“There are some fish that cannot be caught. It's not that they're faster or stronger then the other fish. They're just touched by something extra.”
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A poem without any complications can force an author to say more with much less. Although that may sound quite cliché, it rings true when one examines “The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop. Elizabeth’s Bishop’s poem is on an exceedingly straightforward topic about the act of catching a fish. However, her ability to utilize thematic elements such as figurative language, imagery and tone allows for “The Fish” to be about something greater. These three elements weave themselves together to create a work of art that goes beyond its simple subject.
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Conquering the waters of the world is one of the best experiences to have. This is why the outdoorsman is going to tell you why those waters on the Earth are amazing and how to make it the best experience of the fisherman’s life. Now the outdoorsman shall tell the fisherman about what I believe is the best hobby ever. The walleye fishing is some of the best kind of fishing ever found. Then I the explorer will tell you the outdoorsman about the best fishing boat out there to get you from point A to point B quickly. Last, of all the explorer will tell you about some lakes in Minnesota to fish.
The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line - that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away-trading-scows, and such things; and long black streaks-rafts ... and by and by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up.
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
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It’s the end of July and school is getting closer and closer. My dad and I are camping at a campground in Michigan. We are camping with my cousins and their dad’s. It’s the father son campout and everyone is arriving. My Uncle Pat parks his trailer and sets it up. The rest of us set up our tents. Once we are all day we set up a canopy where we would eat food. Next, we all unpack our gear and put it in our tents.