Essay on Fishing with My Dad

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The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

Many people find hobbies that they enjoy; some people find hobbies that they love and make them lose track of time. What I have come to realize is that when you truly have a passion for something, whether it be good or bad, you tend to put it ahead of other things in life. You become so skilled in this one area because it is something you truly enjoy doing. But you can take what you have learned from this and apply it to the real world. What drives me is bass fishing, to the average person this just sounds like a lazy man's weekend activity. When I was young there wasn't much to it just put bait on a hook and wait but the possibility of potentially catching a giant has kept me hooked. As I have grown older I've learned how complicated what seems to be simple task

Fishing can bring you a sense of peace and keep you physically fit. You don't have to be rich to participate in the sport, but you do need certain gear. From a fishing rod to extra bait, here is a list of the things you'll need if you want to start participating in this fun sport, or if you want to get your children into fishing. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/06/benefits-of-fishing_n_5754408.html

Fishing is a fun way for me to spend some time with my family members and just relax feeling the refreshing breeze hit my face. I enjoy going with my older brother to the lake here in Newton or Out in other towns. One time me and my brother went to a lake outside of Newton in a different town and stayed there for most of the day. We hardly caught anything but it was fun being out there with only my older brother. And the fish we did catch were all to small to take home to cook and man I wish we did catch a big one.

Jamie and Mark Roberts of Forteau posted a picture of themselves paddling around in a puddle in the main road of their town using an inflatable dinghy. This is to show the terrible conditions of their road.

You may have heard how boring fishing can be. Sitting there waiting for a catch that may never happen can be frustrating. However, for people who have more patience and are still interested in learning to fish you may want to follow some basic steps. After following these steps, you should be able to have a smooth and relaxed time fishing. These steps include how to set up your pole, choose your bait and how to cast your line. All you need is a fishing pole and a pre-supplied tackle box.

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

I took my suit jacket off and hastily shoved it into my backpack. I smiled as the air hit my body and started to dry the sweat that had gathered from wearing the suit jacket for three hours. Looking outside I saw what I expected. The grey lifeless clouds of the English winter hung over us and the almost freezing temperatures,

Ten and a half days into our trip a terrible storm hit us with such fury my head's still spinning. Gusts of fast wind blew icy hail into our path, forcing us to find shelter. We covered our animals with blankets to try and keep the hail from hitting them, and we hid with them as well. The only thing we could do was to wait out the storm. When the storm had finally stopped we were forced to see the damage that was bestowed on us. Tears ran through the wagon’s tarp in many places. One of our flour sacks was soaked through, forcing us to make pancakes for the entire wagon train. Trees were uprooted on the trail ahead. One of our cows had managed to run off during the storm, I can only hope we can find her later on. The others’ wagons looked the same as ours, but with our decision to leave behind most of our books and pictures we did not need to deal with tossing them out and getting all of the small broken glass pieces out of the wagon. We camped there for the remainder of that day despite the urges made by Sam to keep moving on. It is true that we could have gotten to Fort Kearney if we had left that second, but after a draining and scary day everyone-except Sam-was ready to camp for the

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.

Ever since I was a kid I have enjoyed fishing. Fishing relaxes my mind and allows me to get away from the stress of the real world. From the cool breeze around the lake to the fishes nibbling away at the bait, it’s all just very relaxing. There was one day where I caught more fish than I had ever caught before. The entire day had been going my way. My boss called me and gave me the day off and that alone is a good way to start your day. After getting the day off I was able to get a few extra hours of sleep. Being able to sleep in allowed me to get the some rest that I had not been able to get for a few weeks. After getting my well-deserved rest I decided to go to the pet store to get some fish bait. Fishing was not my original plan for that day but since I was able to get the day off and I didn’t have any other plans I was able to plan to do one of my favorite things.

In this essay youll learn how to fish. People think they know how to fish until they start to fish and don't catch anything but sticks. When people catch sticks they tend to lose their temper. When this happens they normally just give up and leave without even trying to catch a fish. So here are the steps for fishing.

Our family has rules set that say you have to be 10 years of age or older to go on our Canada family fishing trip. At our family gatherings I hear so many stories of how many fish that they caught. I am filled with anticipation to go with them and catch some of those great big fish. I have dreamed of the day now it is here I am ready to go, my bags were packed, the boat all clean and off we went.

It’s cool and dark outside of the car as we drive, dark clouds hovering over the plains as fat, heavy drops of water fall from the full clouds. The lights of cars and streetlights and cars blur with the flow of water on the side windows, our speed not fast enough to force the drops to flow back along the windows. It’s not until we start on the highway and the water starts to move that I find my objects of interest in front of me in the form of the rain and the memories of my childhood that surface with them.