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Gary Paulsen’s fictional character Brian Robeson has to survive a plane crash in the Canadian Wilderness in the time period of the 1980’s. Along with the fictional character, the setting that the book takes place in is also fictional. Although the setting is fictional, the Canadian Wilderness is real. Gary Paulsen created the L-shaped lake and the environment around it in his mind. The animals’ features were all created from his pure imagination, which helped make the book even more fascinating. The environment that Brian Robeson survived in formed a great realistic impression, although it was created from its author’s own imagery.

In the Lake of the Woods is a fictional mystery written by Tim O'Brien. Through the book we learn that our lovers, husbands, and wives have qualities beyond what our eyes can see. John Wade and Kathy are in a marriage so obscure that their secrets lead to an emotional downfall. After John Wade loss in his Senatorial Campaign, his feeling towards Kathy take on a whole different outlook. His compulsive and obsessive behavior causes Kathy to distance herself from him. His war experience and emotional trauma are a major cause for his strange behavior. We remain pondering about Kathy's mysterious disappearance, which becomes fatal for her. Possible scenarios are presented in eight

Scott, John Anthony and Robert Alan Scott. John Brown of Harper’s Ferry. Facts On File Publications 1988.

“the bass has become America's favorite gamefish” (Homer). This is good news and bad news. This could be bad for fishermen because there will be more competition and more boats that pollute the water. “Continuous noise and waves intrude on bass fishing enjoyment” (Homer). This is a result of overfishing and over population, sometimes lakes get over fished because of their reputation for having big fish. Then people from around the world come to fish in it and are disappointed because there is tons of other people already there. “It also spawned the national movement to return bass for others to enjoy catching — especially the lunkers” (homer). Sometimes when lots of people fish the same lake they fish in it for different reasons, for example some people keep the bass they catch to eat and if done enough that can be bad for the population.” All of these are examples of how or why lakes can be

The city of Gem Lake, Minnesota shares much of its history with the larger, surrounding cities of White Bear Lake and Little Canada. Originally a wooded land covered with lakes, the area now known today as Gem Lake remained uncolonized until the 1840s. As early as 1843, French explorer Jean Nicollet drew a map depicting “Bear’s Lake.” This was the first record of the present day area, and it would signify the impending colonization.

Locating bass can sometimes prove to be a futile attempt leaving one to wonder, where did they all go? During one such outing at Shakamak State Park located in Jasonville Indiana. I found myself searching shallow and deep, shade and sun, grass and rock, dead-falls and standing timber for any bass willing to take the bait. I had decided that the bass just were not in a feeding mood but I was. I eased into a cove and pondered my predicament over a cold drink and turkey sandwich. I had searched every possible hiding spots in that lake and wondered what it would take to salvage the day after such a long trip to enjoy some of the great bass fishing Shakamak State Park has to offer.

As the essay continues, White notices more and more differences from the lake he remembered as a child. The calmness of the lake and its surrounding forestry is still intact, but

Some of the earliest historical records of Tuggerah Lakes include descriptions of an abundance of fish. In 1842, John Mann observed a large canoe-full of fish

Vern was the second caretaker that the Lenihans employed looking after their 1940s cottage during the winter months, opening and closing it in the spring and fall. However, once early in the summer, Theodore Lenihan Sr. wanted to transport a 19’ long inner lake sloop from Parry Sound to Blackstone Lake. The sailboat had already made its way from Cleveland by train. It was hard to see how this could be done quickly and efficiently. However, Vern was chosen as the man who could get it done – he was always the man who could get it done!

“The savages revere this lake as a divinity and offer it sacrifices, whether on account of its size, or because of its goodness in furnishing fish…One often finds at the bottom of the water pieces of pure copper…I have several times seen such pieces in the savages’ hands; and, since they are superstitious, they keep them as so many divinities or as presents which the gods dwelling beneath the water have given them and on which their welfare is to depend” (Primary Document, 13).

While heading into the Indian Territory, we traveled through the endless plains of Missouri for days until we found a small lake hidden by closely dense trees in Westport. Near the opposite of the lake sat a man peacefully unaware of our presence as he carefully sketched a deer drinking by the lake. It was such a serene moment that neither Gideon nor I was willing to shoot the deer for dinner. After several minutes, the man noticed and beckoned us to come over to his side of the lake by waving food into the air. Usually, we would never approach an eccentric man like him, but our diminishing supply of food persuaded us to move our wagon and horses towards him. With his warming smile, he made space for us by lake and introduced himself as Thomas

As I sat next to the loud river that was bursting out of the Sylvan Dam, I noticed the water was in an invariable battle with the rocks, crashing and thrashing against each other like medieval warriors scraping for land. I looked around the edges of the river to see the copiousness of colors from the trees contrasting the sinister blue water. The rapids put off a pleasant and dulcet sound that ultimately ended in me having to relieve some building pressure down the trail. After returning to my riverside view, I noticed that farther down the gleaming river, fish were jumping and flipping like delicious pancakes on a griddle. Making the split-second decision to fish, I sprinted to my 1999 black Chevy Silverado, unlatched the tailgate and snatched all of my waterproof fishing gear. Slipping on my Mossberg max 4 Camo Gander Mountain guided series waders is no easy chore. While looking like the most incapable human being ever I finally managed to slip on the foul scum smelling waders that I so dearly should have washed. Feeling like a professional mountain climber, I started scaling the steep inclement of the river bank. Stomping my insulated waders into the frigid dour murky water, I ventured my path out onto a construction of rocks forming a beautiful approach for spotting fish. I released my light green jointed shad Rapala from my St. Croix Legend Elite spinning rod and casted the shad into pooling backwater just off of my rocky approachment. Feeling the vibration of the shad through my rod, smacking against slime covered rocks and ripping through dense weedy areas. I felt aspirant to not get hung up on a rock resulting in a line break, I successfully retrieved my lure. After casting and reeling my line several times and just started zoning out, I was abruptly startled to hear a ruckus coming from the west side embankment. Glancing quickly back to the water to see where my lure was only to hear a loud splash coming from the same place where I first noticed the ruckus. Three deer, with golden brown fur coated enrolled into the water. Realizing that the leaders of the small herd were both doe’s and a younger buck eagerly followed. The buck had a nice six-point rack, with long tines and a wide spread. He kept his

In Conclusion when you go fishing out on a river or lake remember to bring the right fishing equipment. Stink bait works best on catfish if that's what you're going to catch. But if you're going for bass ten frog poppers or flys work best. Carp like shrimp dipped in tobacco if you're fishing for carp.Now that you know what to use and make sure you have the right gear have a nice time fishing the next time you

The discovery of the ancient fishing culture is an amazing find. The find reveals that the first nations people in the comox harbor had a great understanding on how to fish. The fish traps used in the comox harbor have not been seen anywhere else in the world. The first nations that settled in comox are believed to have had a fairly advanced fishing technique. Mrs . Green thinks that there were a lot of first nations people that lived by the harbor; she also believes that the comox harbor used to be a big gathering are for the first nations people. The first nations had a big supply of fish in the harbor.

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and