“Hurry, Dad, grab the camera,” I yelled excitedly. I was a timid 9-year-old boy and my dad planned a week long fishing trip in Canada. I had gone fishing only one time before and to my dismay, no fish were biting my bait, despite being on the rocky boat for five long hours. This time would be different as I travel up north and my dad told me that Canada offered great fishing. The first fishing lodge we visited was very nice and we brought in about 30 fish a day. My biggest fish was about 25 inches. It was a Northern Pike that was slimy and had a brown dirty color. I had a wonderful time at my first fishing resort in Canada with my dad. One year later and one of my dad’s friends suggested a different fishing resort in Canada that was even further …show more content…
We arrived at the Lodge at night and before I went to sleep, the only thing that entered my mind was catching an enormous fish this year. I was in Canada, not Ohio and could not wait for what tomorrow would bring. I leaped from the ground onto the soft cozy bed and rested my head upon the fluffy marshmallow like pillow. I attempted to go to bed, but could not stop thinking of what tomorrow would bring. I had to try to sleep; otherwise, I would be exhausted all day on the boat. So far the biggest fish that I caught was a 41 inch, which is big but I was hungry and determined that I could beat my record. Beating my record has always been a goal of mine, and I hope it can happen this year. Bitterness was all throughout my mouth and I was committed of catching a bulky and larger fish this year. I carried my jacket, fishing pole, and snacks to take on the boat. I love to go fishing when the weather is nice. The first day that we started fishing was a quiet warm summer day. The peaceful lake was a mirror as I could see my reflection in the cold shallow water. The occasional bird chirps bounced off my ear as I patiently waited to catch a fish. The blue fishing rod is tightly close to me. I casted the bait out and when it hit the water a faint plop arose. All of a sudden, the fishing pole …show more content…
The fish battled for a good 5 minutes and I tiredly reeled it in close to the shiny new boat to see that this may be my biggest Northern Pike to date. After the fish is done fighting with me, its wide tail slams up against the boat and I hear a large thump. I brought it up on the boat and the fish is a beauty. It was a giant, dirty creature. The guide, who is over fifty years old, is very experienced and knowledgeable. He was the one who found this amazing spot that was a gold mine. I brought the tape measure to the very bottom of the tail; furthermore, I wanted to see how long the fish was. My mouth waters and the gorgeous fish is 45 inches long. I finally beat my record! I have caught one-thousand fish in my lifetime, but this was definitely the best one. The fish reeked of a dirty and mucky smell and I could still smell the mosquito spray lingering on me, which was
The book has vivid imagery making the reader imaging as if her or she was their right beside him in his whole investigation. Such as “In the winter of 1978, through, a fierce blizzard hit southern Connecticut. Temperatures were often below zero and at one point it snowed for thirty-three hours straight. Perhaps it was the cold that killed the fish, or the copper sulfate I helped the caretaker drag through the pond the previous summer to manage the algal blooms, or maybe even the fishermen id noticed trespassing on the estate one day, scoping out my grounds. But whatever caused it, after that never again did I spot a living fish in that pond again.”(Greenberg 12-13). This quote shows how good his imagery, tone, and diction is, when I read it all I could think of is that storm and the pond. The author has an excellent writing style and keeps the reader wanting more. Even though the book has a lot of good things for it the only thing I would tell the author would to give more connections of him to the story. It says “The transformation of salmon and sea bass from kingly and holiday wild fish into everyday farmed variants is a trend that continues with different animals around the globe.”(Greenberg 195). In every chapter about each of the fish it gives some connections to him but it would make it even
The stories of each fish flow together as each story shows how humans have pushed to gain more control over the ocean and the delicious animals that swim in it’s depths. Greenberg starts in the free-flowing rivers where salmon are commonly found. It is there that early humans of the Northern Hemisphere most likely began their infatuation with fish. Greenberg puts it as, “It(salmon) is representative of the first wave of human exploitation..” (170) Once Europeans learned to fish, they had the ability to fish in shallow ocean water which is where sea bass are usually found. Later, fishermen s...
uncovers the truth about the fish, and how it and its environment was abused by the old
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.
Wallace, Daniel. Big Fish: A Novel of Mythic Proportions. North Carolina: Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2012. N. pag. Print.
"I caught a tremendous fish / and held him beside the boat / half out of water, with my hook / fast in a corner of his mouth" (Bishop 665). She has just caught a fish and is in the process of bringing him onto the boat. She seems very disconnected from this fish, who is just the target of a sport--fishing. When she gets the chance to take a good look at him, it seems that her view changes from detachment to curiosity and admiration. She notices that the fish doesn't struggle, but just hangs from her line in defeat.
Coming home from the grueling experience of being a soldier in World War I, he felt ecstatic when he saw a trout swimming in the stream. The perils of war took a devastating toll on Nick, as he suffered from a physical wound while in action. The camping trip here is like an oasis, which will let Nick to recover from all the distress. “Nick looked down into the pool from the bridge. It was a hot day. A kingfisher flew up from the stream. It was a long time since Nick had looked into a stream and seen trout. They were very satisfactory...Nick’s heart tightened as the trout moved. He felt all the old feeling.” (178) The healing process begins here with Nick re-acclimating himself with one of his favorite hobbies: fishing. “He started down to the stream, holding his rod...Nick felt awkward and professionally happy with all the equipment hanging from him...His mouth dry, his heart down...Holding the rod far out toward the uprooted tree and sloshing backward in the current, Nick worked the trout, plunging, the rod bending alive, out of the danger of the weeds into the open river. Holding the rod, pumping alive against the current, Nick brought the trout in...” (190,193,195) Nick finally reels in a trout after the big one got away, getting to the feeling of relaxation and washing away the horrors of war. By pitching his tent out in the forest and being able to function by himself so smoothly, Nick shows how he represents the trait of stoicism. He did not complain or stop living, coming back with the trauma of war. Going camping, he is able to relieve himself through using all the nature around him, showcasing his
Everyone has had to sit threw a long and overly exaggerated “fishing story”. These stories, told by family and friends, are usually epic tails of finding, luring and inevitably catching the biggest fish imaginable. For most, these tales are brief moments were their feats are brought into the spotlight. For Edward Blood, the main character in Tim Burton’s film Big Fish, these fantastical tales become his life. To the point that it is hard for Edward’s son, William, to distinguish what is fact and what is fiction, in regards to his father.
Growing up in Canada around a variety of remarkable cultures has helped me see the world in a different way. It gives me a more visual, mental, and emotional way being able to view the world. Being around the multicultural nature of this country has not only led me to learn more about other cultures but has helped me mold the culture I grew up around at home in my individual way. As I mature I have come to realize how growing up around many cultures and myparentsPakistani culture has helped “shaped the sight of my own particular eyes” from those of my parents and ancestors.
It was the middle of October, and it was finally time for my long awaited moose hunt. I have waited ever since I was a little girl for this opportunity, and it was finally here. So, my father and I packed up our stuff and left the warmth of Phoenix. We were leaving the "Valley of the Sun" and headed for a place called Wyoming. After two days and fourteen long hours of driving, we made it to our hunting unit.
You know the feeling when everything’s perfect, and suddenly your heart just stops? The 1 hour 48 minute drive to Lake Ontario was just like any other. Movie playing, siblings arguing, music blasting. My family hosts our annual 4th of July party up by Cape Vincent. With the warm air filled with the scent of the grill, and the sounds of laughter and music,that weekend was turning out to be just like the rest. Or at least that’s what we thought. 1311 Failing Shores Lane was never quiet during any of the previous events, but for some reason a dead silence draped over the lot.
Attention getter: How many times have you been on a bank of a pond and said imagine if i caught a marlin. Well that cant happen in freshwater.
We could hear a waterfall in the distance, with the sound of crashing water continuing around the clock. There were different types of moss everywhere, and it seemed to be covering almost everything. When we did some climbing, it was nice to have the moss there as a soft, spongy cushion for our hands. Later that first day, we decided to go swimming. We canoed into a little bay on the Canadian side of the lake, and I was the first to jump into the water. My body started to shiver instantly from in the cold, clear water, but after adjusting to it for some time I ended up feeling refreshed. The following day we went on a long hike to a spot with a beautiful view of the Canadian border. Lindsay pointed out a maroon, barnacle-like growth on a rock along the way. He explained that the fur-traders used to eat it, so I tried a piece. It had no flavor, but had the same texture as a potato chip. After a couple hours of difficult hiking, we reached the overlook and found a spectacular view of distant Canada. The orange sun was just beginning to set over the lakes, with trees covering the land like a blanket. It was the most beautiful view I have ever seen within Minnesota.
“Come on, “ my counselor Emily screamed from shore. The quick rapids made it very difficult to dig our paddles into the river. My cabin was stopping to eat lunch on our Tuesday canoeing trip. On Saturday, we had traveled down to Brownstown, Indiana for a week full of friends, fun, and God. My church stayed at a retreat center called Pyoca. Every year on Tuesday, we would go on a canoeing or rafting trip depending on the water levels. Emily, Annabelle, my canoeing partner, and I sat along the sand bank waiting for other canoes to come in. Many other groups slowly went by, while we patiently waited for other groups to come in. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. Canoeing had zapped all of my energy, and had made me really hungry. I began to quickly wade out into the river, so I could help the other canoes come in faster. Someone screamed, “Be careful” from the bank. Nate Epple, a counselor of
It was the 26th of March, and we had excitedly, albeit wearily, arrived; concluding twelve excruciatingly long hours of travel. However, my father and I had one thing in mind, to land a powerful saltwater game fish. Despite the previous year in Hawaii where we had caught only miniscule lizard fish, we were determined to change our fishing fortune in Puerto Aventuras, Mexico.