I was just 9 years old when I was snagged by a fish hook. I could remember almost everything that happened that day. It was just a regular fishing day with my dad and older sister. It was a nice warm humid day at downtown Swansboro Pier. I was just learning how to fish so I had to stay closer to the water and drop the fishing line into the water. I was too scared to touch the bait that we had to put on the hook for the fish so my dad had to bait my hook plus my sister’s hook. I was standing about 5 feet behind my sister, she decided to toss her fishing line into the water and went she went to throw it, the hook had got caught in my cheek.
My sister had thought what was going on since the hook did not go forward as she was tugging. She turned around to see what was happening and she had saw me with my hand on my cheek. I did not freak out once it had happened, all I remember was holding my cheek and my dad coming over. There were about 10 other people at the fishing pier, they were all shocked at what had happened and were trying to figure out how to help. We did not know any of them but I could remember sitting on a guy’s lap while he tried to calm me down. My dad had called the ambulance while I was talking to his friends and my sister kept saying “I’m so sorry”. The hook
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They asked me “Did the hook go through?” I had said no. If the hook would have gone through my cheek they would have just cut a side off and get it out right there. They had asked me if I wanted to travel with them to the hospital but my dad had said no because he wanted to take me to the Emergency Room at the Naval Hospital, Camp Lejeune, N.C. Since the ambulance would have taken me to Onslow. Once the ambulance had left we had packed up all of our gear and went to the car. My dad had called my mom and explained the whole story so my mom freaked out and rushed over to the
I have been fishing the lakes and rivers of the southeastern United States for most of my life and for most of that time I have been pursuing the common carp. But about 15 years ago I started catching these strange new fish occasionally when I was carp fishing. I can remember as if it were yesterday the first time I landed this stunning silver giant, and I had not a clue what it was. At the end of that session I rushed home and began looking thru every book I had on fresh water fishes. Finally, I found a picture of a fish that I believed was the same one I had caught. It was a White Amur or as it is more commonly known, grass carp.
At 4, I came to the breakfast table and saw that my father had a horribly swollen eye and adhesive tape forming a shell on his nose. I didn't know that he got those injuries in a barroom fight; I only know that I was deeply frightened and sorry that my father was hurt. This was the first of many bad memories.
Gone Fishing. It was an exciting day for me, and I didn’t even know what was going to happen. My grandpa came to my house and then he told my brother Luke and I that he was going to take us on a fishing trip to Canada with his friend. We were so excited when he told us I told Grandpa, “This will be the best summer vacation ever!” After he told us we went and got gear like fishing poles, rain suits and food.
He came to our house that evening and as soon as he saw me and heard me cough he told my parents I needed to go to the hospital that night. I was terrified. I had never been to a hospital; well not since I was born anyway.
“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
Many people see hunting and fishing as the slaughtering of innocent animals for no reason other than sport and fun. However, the truth is, hunting and fishing are beneficial to people, environments, and the economy. Hunting and fishing are beneficial to the economy because they cause a major economic impact. Hunting and fishing are beneficial to environments and people because they reduce damages done by wildlife overcrowding. Hunting and fishing are also beneficial to people because they provide a healthy, affordable source of food.
If you're an avid fisherman you probably have an issue with buying too much tackle just as i do. I used to carry a duffle "system" of tackle everywhere I went fishing. When I began fishing remote hike in locations I learned my duffel system was not going to make the cut. There are a few rules of thumb I follow when packing up my tackle.
Fishing is an activity I have enjoyed doing ever since I was a little kid. In fact, one of my first fishing voyages was with my grandpa when I was about eight years old. He was an avid fisherman who went fishing almost every day and knew everything there was to know about fishing. Grandpa got me hooked on fishing. After Grandpa died, my dad picked up where Grandpa left off. We had a pontoon, and Dad took my brothers and me fishing whenever we had the chance. To this day, I still love fishing just as much as I had on my first fishing trip with my grandpa. Many people enjoy hobbies that are relaxing and peaceful, and others prefer exhilarating activities that never have a dull moment. I enjoy fishing because it has some of both. When fishing is slow, I have the opportunity to observe the beauty all around me and time to think to myself. When the fish are practically jumping into the boat, I get to experience the excitement of reeling in one fish after the other in hopes of landing a trophy. Although planning a fishing trip can be overwhelming, and catching a fish may seem impossible, I enjoy all the preparation and strategy that goes into each fishing trip.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
I am 17 years old and a senior at Weslaco East high school. I realized that I have many talents, but the one talent that sticks out to me our my fishing skills. Mainly because I go fishing every time I have the chance with my family. I come from a very active family that likes being outdoors a lot, so I’ve basically been fishing since my early ages. Growing up for me was great moving from state to state exploring the fields my parents would work in and the creeks and canals that would be around there.
Fishing is a wonderful sport. Heading out for a day of fishing is almost always enjoyable. Sometimes it's relaxing, other times it's exhilarating, and at times it's downright exciting. It's especially exciting when it's time to fish for marlin. It's important to use the correct rod, reel and lure.
I done showed you how to do it 12 times!” so I grabbed the fish in my hand and let it go immediately. The fish felt like a wet pair of snake cowboy boots. Being mad at my dad, I grabbed his spare shirt , wrapped it around my hand, grabbed the fish, and took the hook out of the fish’s mouth. Just when I thought the hard part was over, I remembered that I had to put a shitty ass worm on my hook.
Search Story I sat on the couch picking my nail with my friend and mother on either side of me. They were intently watching Dolphin Tale 2, a movie we all enjoyed. My friend looked at me as if she didn’t recognize me, I looked back at her as if I didn’t know myself. She asked me, “What is the matter with you! You usually enjoy this movie.”
This is when my father walked into the room and picked me and Mia up and took us out of there. My mother called the police. My aunt called her and my moms brother, to pick her up because my father was trying to put hands on her. My father then had to hold my mother back from putting hands on my aunt for lying. I am in my room crying and scared.
I felt something take off with my fishing line on my junior’s Snoopy fishing pole and I held on for dear life! I did not know what was happening, all I heard was everyone yelling, “she’s got one, she’s got one!” I reeled the fish in as hard as I