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Fishing
One sunny summer day my dad, Eliza, and I went fishing. We walked down into the thick woods following the muddy trail. We glided through a sea of weeds and approached the creek. With our old creek shoes on we stepped eagerly into the shallow, murkey water. The smell of fish and animals hug in the air. The cold water sloshed against my legs as we headed to our old fishing spot. You never knew what memories you would come back with.
We walked cautiously, balancing on the jagged rocks hidden beneath the surface. I cast my line by a forest of thick tree roots knowing that’s where the fish liked to hide. I moved my pole in the worm-like way that my dad had taught me.
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I kept a watchful eye out for water snakes and racoons and was brought out of my thoughts as I felt something touch my line.
I reeled it in, and as my catch emerged from the water I realized that it wasn’t a fish at all. A large crawl dad hung from the line, it’s huge claw wrapped around the bait. He let go, and with a splash the lobster-like creature disappeared into the cool water.
I looked over to where my dad was fishing and was surprised as his line bent and he fought to reel in his catch. “Wow! It must be a big one!” I exclaimed, running over. This was what I loved so much about fishing, the excitement! Just when he was about to heave it out of the water, the line broke with a loud snap! “Uggghhh!” We all
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sighed. I couldn’t believe it! That must have been a huge fish and it was probably still lurking in the water looking for more food. “Good try, Dad,” I said encouragingly. With determination now sparked in my brain, I thought to myself, I hope I catch one! I cast my line into the water and moved my bait around making it look like a lost minnow - an easy, tempting catch for a large mouth bass. I felt a tug. My heart was thudding like a freight train. I thought I was going to burst with anticipation. I yanked on my line and was caught off balance as the large fish refused to come in. Come on! Come on! I thought, my muscles aching from the strain. I slowly reeled it in. By now, I had caught the attention of my sister and my dad.
“Come on! You can do it,” they cheered. I brought it to the surface and as I pulled it out of the water, it splashed some of the nauseating creek water into my mouth. Yuck!
I grabbed it’s jaw, and holding it in a safe position, I took the hook out of the magnificent bass’ mouth. Looking down further though, I saw another hook. My dad’s hook! ”Hey Dad,” I called,”Your hook is in this fish’s mouth!”
He trudged over and took the fish from me, letting out a laugh,” I didn’t think we would see this again! He must of been really hungry.” He set the fish into the water to let it have a quick gulp of air. He took out his tools and expertly got the hook out without hurting the fish. Seconds were hours, and finally he gave the fish back to me. As far as I was concerned, this was definitely the best catch of the day. I set the fish in the water and let go, and in a flurry of bubbles the large fish was gone.
By the end of that day, we had caught two small mouth basses, three crawdads, and my magnificent large mouth bass. I will always remember fishing in my backyard with my dad, we still do it today. It is a time to relax and have fun. Those special moments will always have a place in my heart. As we headed back, I thought, this is something I will never get tired
of!
"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."
To elaborate, after the narrator asks Sheila on a date, he brings his fishing rod because he never went anywhere that summer "without a fishing rod" revealing that fishing is what he likes to do and is important to him. He adds when he wasn't trying to impress Sheila Mant, he "was fishing the river for bass" explaining that he spends a lot of time fishing and he enjoys it very much. Before Sheila Mant, fishing has been his true passion. Nonetheless, the narrator becomes torn between Sheila and fishing. During the date, as the narrator discusses fish, Sheila pronounces that she believes "fishing's dumb" which created a dilemma with the narrator because fishing is what he cherished as extremely as Sheila. His rash desire masks his true passion and provokes the narrator to hide his passion from Sheila. Furthermore, the narrator hooks the largest fish he has seen inside his fishing pole and realizes that "Sheila must not know" because he would have given anything not to "appear dumb in [her] eyes." His superficial values and hunger for Sheila cause him to hide his passion in exchange for the possibility of Sheila's love. His desire for Sheila forces him to try to seem sufficient enough Sheila's love even if it means endangering his passion. Instantly, the tug of Sheila was too great for him and he extracted a knife and "cut the line in half" forcing his passion
He teaches the kid what to do in order to successfully reel in a large, beautiful fish. Ironically, the narrator is the one who learns from the kid in the end. At the beginning of the story, everything is described negatively, from the description of the kid as a “lumpy little guy with baggy shorts” to his “stupid-looking ’50s-style wrap-around sunglasses” and “beat-up rod”(152). Through his encounter with the boy, the narrator is able to see life in a different way, most notable from how he describes the caught tarpon as heavy, silvery white, and how it also has beautiful red fins (154). Through the course of the story, the narrator’s pessimistic attitude changes to an optimistic one, and this change reveals how inspiring this exchange between two strangers is. This story as a whole reveals that learning also revolves around interactions between other people, not only between people and their natural surroundings and
My friend had invited me along with him and his family to the ocean. It was vacation for the family, but for him and me it was the beginning of a week of serious business. We had an obsessive hobby to pursue. As avid and long-term freshwater fisherman, we were thrilled by the thought of catching those large and exotic saltwater fish we had seen on television a billion times before. Yet little did we expect there to be such vast differences between our freshwater fishing and the saltwater fishing, which we were about to pursue. We learned through trial and much error that in order to have a successful saltwater fishing experience we had to make adjustments to all the freshwater tackle, tactics, and gear we knew.
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
That fish is Edward Bloom. A compulsive storyteller, who enjoyed living life to it’s fullest. This extraordinary film is based on a collection of cleverly crafted stories from the novel, by Daniel Wallace. William Bloom (Billy Crudup) is a journalist who wants to find the truth behind his fathers’ mythical stories, to find out the truth about Edward, who is dying of cancer. For too long has Will heard the unending series of tales his father claims is his life.
“The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop is an excellent poem that goes beyond its straightforward subject. She vividly describes the act of catching a fish while also utilizing the thematic elements of figurative language, imagery and tone to bring many more ideas into the picture. Overall “The Fish” is a poem that champions the beauty of nature while also putting forth a negative connotation on all things artificial through a simple topic.
We fished together, in rowboats, off riverbanks and bridges, in rivers and lakes, with worms and fish eggs, and lures and flies.
The main character had determination, and the success of catching the Marlin was a reward for all the trouble that he had been through. He seemed desperate to make the catch to break the streak; ““He can’t have gone,” he said. “Christ knows he can’t have gone. He’s making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and he remembers something of it.” Then he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was happy.” This catch brought the old man joy and happiness; thus, showing that it indeed was a success. The old man was had been working with determination for long. The hard work that was involved in this strenuous work had been intensified by the power of the fish and the age of the old man. ““Keep my head clear” he said against the wood of the bow. “I am a tired old man. But I have killed this fish which is my brother and now must do the slave work.” The lesson it teaches is that hard work pays off, that “pay off” is in other words a success. Hard work and determination is to be rewarded with success.
The fish withholds a great part in this book. The Old Man and the Sea is a book that’s about a small town where the residents revolve their lives around fishing. The fish is a symbol of beauty and it is a greatly admired creature to these people. An example from the book is on page 49. Santiago has been fishing for 84 days and decides not to return home without a fish on the 85th day. On the 85th day, alone in the boat, he manages to hook an enormous marlin, the biggest fish he's ever seen in all his life. The fish is larger and stronger than Santiago. Santiago's experienced fishing skills and his will to catch and survive push him to pursue the fish for many days and many miles out to sea.
To which Thomas replied, “Reading calms me and makes me feel in control of when the story begins or ends and fishing has a deeper meaning for me. When I catch a fish and it flops around still attached to my rod, I feel a connection unlike a feel with humans. I get to choose when this connection ends by cutting the fish off the rod.”
...e became more and more overcome with suspense and anticipation. Before we plunged to the bottom, we noticed a kayak broken in two pieces. It had been caused by a collision with a boulder, at the bottom of the fall. We were scared to death, because we thought we would hit it and flip over. However, with the help of our fast-thinking and skillful guide, we were able to make it down the fall safely. All the action was over, so we let out a sigh of relief and allowed our nerves to relax.
Fishing has been used for ages for many things like food, sport, and just for amusement of the chase; because of this, many different techniques have been developed from the centuries fishing been constructed. Also fishing can be a purpose for life just like what Henry David Thoreau said “Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after”. Everyone has issues in their life and fishing can help with it in many forms. Over all the years love of fishing has grown and, many different types have emerged such as fly-fishing, saltwater, and freshwater fishing. Also there are many different styles of fishing to the different types from baits to the rod. Because, of the constant demand and love for fishing, salt water fishing has become a growing industry along the coast of America, and saltwater fishing provide a recreational sport for many, but it can require boat access and the correct license and fishing equipment.
I was introduced to fishing by my father when I was only 4 years old,
hopefully, because that would require me to actually catch a fish. So I showed up to lake X aka the hidden suburban gem down the road from my house. To my belief there were 3 cars at the access and to be honest kinda rattled me for a second, because I was being so low key about it. So I got my shit together and walked down the the waters edge since I was just gonna wade it ankle deep and cast a bobber and worm for anything that bites. Luckily the people there I actually knew and just like me they know the importance of keeping it low key to preserve what we have at our finger tips.