Personal Narrative Essay About Fishing

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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. Almost instantly my pole was pulled towards the water, I quickly pulled the pole back to reel in my line. My muscles were aching and I wanted to let go of my fishing pole but my heart would not me.
It was August 2017. My family and I were in Homer, Alaska, the halibut capital of the world. My whole family loves fishing but I was never excited about going onto the water for hours at a time. I have always enjoyed being around my family but the motion …show more content…

Want some goldfish?” Nana’s kind voice asked as she handed me a short fishing pole and a thick pair of gloves.
“No thank you, I’m fine” I replied. I stood up and started to prepare. I grabbed a 3-pound weight, a big chunk of bait on my hook and added some shrimp spray and blue heron juice to release the scent. I positioned myself across from the bait ball and let my weight hit bottom. For a long time, I had been my Grandpa's deckhand. I was never allowed to fish but I knew how to bait the hook, read the ‘fish radar’, and untangle line. I sat there with my pole and looked at the glaciers and beautiful mountains surrounded by the calm silver water. My hands were sweating but somehow shivering at the same time. Some Humpback Whales were putting on a show in the near distance. They flew up into the air and then landed on the calm water. The mist blew out of their blowholes as they moved out towards the open sea. The porpoises were behind them, jumping with the same energy and excitement. I watched them leap through the air one after another. They were beautiful.
I was so distracted by the sea creatures, I barely noticed when something tugged on my line. Then a force so strong, it felt like it could pull my arms off. I put two hands on my pole and pulled it straight up to set

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