Fishing and my childhood are one and the same. I spent as much of my free time as possible either in or at the water. It is more than just a hobby to me. It has crafted who I am and how I see things in the world. When I am on the water I forgot about any and all problems. I often lose track of time completely, feel carefree, and genuinely happy. The very first memories of fishing that I have are from when I learned to fish. My father use to take me to a little pond about 20 minutes away from our house. Over the years it became known as “the bass pond” due to the fact that we almost only caught largemouth bass in it. The pond itself is very special to me. It is about the length of two football fields, has a little island in the middle, and is surrounded by woodlands. I always loved the way the mix of tall oak and spruce trees reflected of the still water like it was a mirror. I remember picking up worms, slugs, and whatever else I could find. I would put them in a little bucket and bring them over to my fishing spot, then I would have my dad put one on the hook for me, however, I would cast it out and reel in the fish. …show more content…
I loved looking for new spots and bringing my friends along. I spent tons of time fishing in a small creek near my house. The fish that I caught were not of the best quality. They were all either sunfish, rock bass, perch, or other small types of small freshwater fish. Looking back on those times now I realized I was catching those types of fish because I would only use was worms for bait. At the time, I assumed that those were the only types of fish in the creek and I did not care at all about the size of the fish, it was just fun catching them and running around with friends
I grew up along the beaches and in the woods of Long Island Sound. This was the country. And from then on I was terribly busy hitching up all the dogs I could find to pull me around on my sled in the snow, and picking cherries high up in cherry trees, chasing butterflies, and burning leaves, and picking up shells on the beach, and watching the new flowers come up in the woods as the seasons passed (Days Before Now)
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
It was a beautiful summer day when it happened. I was enjoying the fresh air and the amazing view of Walden Pond. The sun was shining and a slight breeze blew across my face. I love standing still and listening to the swishing of the leaves and the soft feet of animals running through the grounds.
being able to fish and feel the ocean breeze every day was a blessing. Perhaps I might be a beach
The Bass, the River, and Sheila Mant appealed to me the most. In the story, the narrator really loves fishing, and he ends up falling in love with a girl named Sheila Mant. The narrator decides to take her to a concert in a canoe. While the two of them are riding in the canoe together, he finds out that she really does not like fishing, so he decides to act as if he didn’t like it either. The narrator had a fishing rod cast out before the date started and in the middle of the date he ends up hooking a really strong and large bass. The narrator then becomes extremely conflicted. The bass feels huge, probably the biggest he had ever hooked. On the other hand, if he shows Sheila that he likes fishing, she might not like him. The narrator eventually
There's this certain warmth and spirit inside Fishin'. In the future, I hope that I can learn to really put emotions and feelings such as that into my own work. There was much care put into this. Wow, Homer, seemed to think of everything. He used to fern to draw attention to the right.
When I was young, I would always just go out to my pond and throw on a spinnerbait and catch fish like no other. I remember catching big fish when my dad was shredding around the pond and him having come take the fish off. It was just that easy. But
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
The fish violently jerked at my dad’s rod for about five minutes until it had jerked off almost half the line on our rod. The string on our rod was half strong/expensive string and the other half cheap/flimsy string. We saw the knot connecting the strong string to the weak string whiz by, and we realized that this string could snap any second. My brother and I steered the boat back into the dock while my dad and the fish were still at war. As we pulled in, I jumped into the glistening warm water and climbed up the barnacle infested concrete wall to grab the net that my dad suggested I not take.
Have you ever had a 15-minute fight with a three foot Bull Red Drum fish? The thing that is love about fishing it lets me forget about all the bad things going on around me. When I go fishing it lets me forget about all the stress in my life. Sometimes loneliness seems like a negative quality, but fishing alone has many positives.
How Hunting and Fishing Has Changed and Influenced My Life What really gets you pumped up? What gets your blood flowing? What do you daydream about? For me, it’s hunting and fishing. Every time I set the hook into a big fish, or let an arrow or bullet fly, my adrenaline starts going.
It wasn't until a year later that I was finally introduced to the sport firsthand. I instantly fell in love hearing all the stories about my great-grandfather pulling in 17-inch rainbows. My interest in the hobby waned until a couple of years ago, during the COVID-19 pandemic. Stepping back into the water after 6 years of not fishing. I felt a wave of nostalgia and renewal wash over me.
I could go out on the water and fish for hours. I go to my cabin every weekend and I still spend every second that I can down by the lake. Often times I’ll tell my parents that I will be gone for about an hour and I’ll end up fishing for three hours. Even if the fishing is really slow I will still end up staying there for a while because I simply just don’t give up.
Freezing cold, I walk up the beach in my red windbreaker. Me and my friend Mack are carrying the huge racing sail bag onto the transport raft to be brought to our boat for the biggest race of the year, Smug Cup. Our crew consists of another kid from my cabin, Elling, who bribed us to take him on our boat with Norwegian chocolate and our cabin’s counselor Jean, from France. The sun was setting quickly so we quickly boarded the boat, and I could already foretell a cold night coming from the darkness and clouds ahead. All day I had been out on the water, from sailing in the morning and windsurfing in the bitter cold lake in the afternoon. We raised the sails and got to the starting line then BOOM! The gun goes off to signal go and we fight for positioning. The wind blowing on our faces nearly blinds us, but I continue to steer and direct the boat around other competitors.
A day on the lake is the only thing I need to lose track of time. When I imagine being on a boat with the sun shining down, all I do is smile. I feel giddy about the sun and water, it captivates me. It started when I was about four years old and my cousins invited me to their cabin. The rest of the summer consisted of being at the cabin every weekend they were up doing activities like fishing, swimming, tubing and listening to all of the excitement around me.