Fly Fishing Competition: Personal Narrative Analysis

So here's how it all started I was on a boat going to go hunt for game. Until the captain pointed out ship trap island in the distance. I heard 3 gun shots and ran to the rail to see what happened I dropped my pipe and tried to catch it but instead i plunged into the water. I swam with all my might to get to shore because the the water was freezing cold so i swam towards the shots because it meant shelter in my head then i fell asleep.I woke up and went to find some food I saw the remains of a dead animal and a rifle cartridge and some foot prints.

When I was younger, my grandpa woken me up early in the morning.I woken up at about 6:30am too my grandpa shaking my shoulder saying wake up wake up. He had a pole in his hand I knew what he had woke me for.

There is a quote by Henry Ford, “Coming together is a beginning, keeping together is a process, working together is a success”. As a newcomer athlete on the Aquahawgs Swim Club, I was very cautious and weary of my behavior on the first day. Show up, do the practice, keep quiet, and go home. This mindset got me through the first 3 months and were by far the worst months of my entire athletic career. I was isolated, forced to create my own motivation and be my own critic. I hated the sport. For some reason that I still wonder about, I stayed, but enthusiasm was not present. I truly believed that I was a liability to the team because of my lack of performance in meets. That was truly my dark time. My saving light came in the form of 4, awkward,

A Lot of people go out on the lake every year to go salmon fishing,I am one of them.I go out salmon fishing every year with my grandfather and brothers.I am an avid angler and fish whenever I get the chance.what happened this day was something I had never expected to happen.

The first time I went fishing was with my dad.We were fishing at a campsite out in the middle of nowhere.On the way to the lake we saw a little baby fox running through the woods.My dad told me a story about when

During the swim season of my sophomore year I was at the peak of my swimming career. I was swimming great times and had a very successful season. Prior to the regional swim meet I was qualified and all I had to do was swim my qualifying times to advance to the 1A/2A state swim meet. Exactly one week before the regional meet I broke my foot in two places. I was heartbroken because for a swimmer this is what you train for all year long. I felt like all my hard work and hours in the pool were for nothing. I immediately began physical therapy and told my parents I wanted to try and swim the following Saturday at regionals. My foot was not in a cast, but in a boot. My physical therapist even told me there was no way I would be able to swim at regionals.

Davie just retired from the military and is content with starting a new chapter of his life. He is a loyal man with nothing but good intentions. Davie grew up in Tampa Bay and knew MacDill Air Force Base was a fishing sanctuary. He and his childhood friends had plenty of memories of slaying the flats on base when they were kids. Davie had a friend named Derrick whose grandfather was in the Army. Derrick’s grandfather was able to get Derrick, Davie, and their good friend Martin on base because of his military ID. Davie made a promise to Derrick and Martin that once he retired from the military it would be just like it was when they were kids. Derrick and Martin held him to his word.

I love to fish so when ever i get a chance so one day I was in the house and

I remember the breeze whipping my ponytail all around and the boat moving with the sparkling, blue waves when all of a sudden there was a huge tug on my fishing pole….

Nothing was really caught. In the evening, my dad hired a muskie guide so that he could catch one. We went out and cast after cast there was nothing. Then my dad started to get a few follows. After that WHAM! It was the shot heard ‘round the world. A muskie was on and Nate Schick, my dad’s friend pulled out his phone and started recording. The muskie splashed around frantically. As the muskie got close to the boat it started jumping. My dad reeled hard and as it got to the boat it jumped, and boy did it jump hard. My dad had a I-better-catch-this-or-else-this-trip-will-be-ruined feeling. The muskie had unhooked itself in mid air. My dad wondering if this was it. The guide reached for the muskie with his net and…… He got it! It was amazing and we got it all on video. Every time I watched that video I could sort of see the muskie thinking you're never going to catch me.That muskie was as big as the boat. My dad struggled to real that big fish in, he struggled to keep self confidence, and he struggled to get that monstrous fish in the boat. That was a great way to end the trip. Let’s just say after that experience we weren’t exactly dry.

After taking a closer look at the imagery collected over the past quarter I realized that I have felt many emotions and taken in a great deal of information. For my culminating project I wanted to create something that represented how I processed the situations I came across as well as something functional. I created a coil pot/vase out of my response art. My culminating project is a permanent record of the insights I have gained in developing the therapeutic relationship, insights gained regarding goal planning, assessments, and client reporting, as well as how my identity has grown as an art therapist.

We were carrying the coolers down to the boat for our fishing trip. Once we were onto the pontoon my dad backed the boat out of the dock and we turned down stream. Off to go fishing on Lake Delhi; I spotted a huge rock that had people jumping off into the water. Then and there I wanted to try it. I am not sure why but I like to do things that get your adrenaline going. My dad says i’m an adrenaline junky. We stopped for a second so we could see them jump off the top. When they were at the top they looked so tiny and after they jumped it seemed like they jumped out of a plane since it took them so long to get to the water.

5:00 am, the alarm wakes me. Struggling into my suit, still damp from yesterday's practice, eyes half-closed, I made my way to the pool deck. Staring and listening to the blue water, I gathered myself to jump. Splash! The cold and chlorinated water awakens my senses. For the next two hours, my teammates and I battle tirelessly against the water. The dreams that most people have when they sleep, I have when I swim.

I will never forget the first time I went fishing, and how I instantly fell in love with it. The first fish I ever caught was in a local pond, it being a 5 pound catfish. I was four years old when I did this, and it seemed surreal to me that I could catch a fish like that. 10 years later, my family and I have competitions to see who can catch the most massive fish. My mom currently holds that record, with a rainbow trout weighing in at a whopping 22 pound 14 ounces. A typical rainbow trout would normally weigh anywhere from 1 to 4 pounds. She was so proud of that accomplishment that she had an exact replica made, and it is now mounted on her wall. I never seem to tire of fishing, as it is an activity that I never say no to doing. Watching the

“C’mon, Maddie! I’ll show you where to go and I’ll buy everything we need. Just please come with me!” My cousin needs a fishing partner but I am not too keen on the idea.