On The Lake The most important place to be for me is on the lake of Forest Lake. Being on the lake fishing relaxes my mind and body, it reminds me of my childhood and all of the numerous moments I’ve had being on the lake, and it also brings me flashbacks from great times I’ve had with family and friends. Some of the most memorable times I’ve had are with my dad and brother, or with my friend Jake.
For an example, back when my brother, Justin, and I were small enough when we could fit in our twelve foot aluminum flat bottom boat, with my Dad. We were fishing in an area that had a lot of trees underwater, and I was working my bait then all of a sudden it felt like I was hung up, but I could still feel tugging from something, so I said, “I
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We got out on the water at 6:30 A.M. and didn’t have any luck the whole day, so we decided to go in to get a bite to eat. When we finished eating we went straight back out to see if we could catch anything for the day. After about an hour, we still didn’t catch anything, and as we started to contemplate about calling it a day; we saw a tremendous amount of disturbance on the other side of the lake. Therefore, I turned the trolling motor to full speed, and sped off in that direction, as we approached the commotion we realized that it was largemouth bass chasing at baitfish called, shad. I steered the boat into the middle of it all, so Jake casted out and as soon as his bait contacted the water instantly, a bass struck his bait, and after that first catch the fun escalated. After 45 minutes we had caught a total of forty seven bass. The importance of being on the lake to me is something that nothing can surpass. Being out there relaxes me and gives me so many memories that I will never forget. It allows me to bond with my friends and family to the point where we will never forget each
My favorite place to be would be the city and are of McGregor Minnesota. About eight miles north of the small town is Big Sandy Lake, which is where my cabin is located. This is truly my favorite place to be, especially during the warm summer months.
He started out in a shallower spot with a bunch of lily pads. First he threw a topwater frog. He caught three or four largemouth bass but only one was worth keeping. John decided that he might have better luck in the deeper water so he tied on a crankbait. He went out a little deeper and found a good spot. He fished there for about an hour but only caught two. Neither one was a keeper. He made up his mind to stay a little long and ended up catching a decent six pounder. But after about twenty minutes he changed spots again. He found a nice looking spot that had some grass. From years of experience John knew that bass like staying close to grass because there is usually food in the grass. So he tied on a jig that had a crawfish trailer on it. He casted a few times and caught one but wasn't having much luck.
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.
The time I got a 23 in 5 1/2 lb Largemouth Bass in Florida was awesome. When the Bass first struck my frog lure it jumped into the air and splashed down into the water. It fought very hard and tangled the line around the lily pad stems. All I could hear was my line being pulled out by the fish. I yelled at all my family to get outside. When they got out I was struggling to to get the fish out of the weeds. I eventually worked it out of the weeds and into clear water. My grandma was yelling because of how big it was. My dad got in the water and lifted it out. We filled a tote with water and put it in. It barely fit! I named it “Tank” because of how hard it hit my lure. We kept it in the tote until we found someone that could make a replica
Lake Nipissing was once known as a prime location for dropping a line through the ice and pulling up some monster walleye. But over the last few decades more and more ice anglers have been flocking to these waters to try their luck at pulling up a one of these monsters. unfortunately it appears our luck has run out, or not so much our luck but the fish in the lake.
In the United States, the political system is dominated by two parties, democrats and republicans. These organizations promote an idea and policy to win electrons. Over time these two parties’ ideology switched rolls and changed. This paper will explain how they differ and favor one another. It will also explain how they have changed over time.
Clear Lake was almost always a tough opponent, especially at tournaments. Sometimes, they destroy us. Sometimes, we destroy them. But this day, I destroyed them.
Lake Erie is thriving biologically but not in the way one might think. It’s poisoned with toxic algal blooms that grow in the phosphorus-concentrated waters millions of Canadians and Americas alike depend on for drinking water. Unfortunately, this is also not the first time this has happened to the Great, not-so-great Lake.
I went to Geneva on the Lake and had the most lively time there. First we went to the beach and rummaged through the sand with sifters to find beach glass which was so much fun. We then went to this rundown building with old antiques and knick knacks, and some of the things were shuddersome and freighting. After we went through some more buildings we went to get some food which was really appetizing. Lastly it was time to leave which was hard because I had so much fun there.
I am the happiest when I am at the beach. Just to put it all together , I love it so much because when I was younger Florida was kind of my second home and I have just grown to love it. We still go every summer and when summer comes I just can't wait to get down there and lay on the beach and listen to the waves, smell the salt water and sunscreen. I mean let us all be real here and say that we all love going to the beach and relaxing. To get away from a tiring school year and those hard days at work. So as you can see I am the happiest when I am at the
She held the coffee mug in both hands. The heat from inside lightly singeing the tips of her fingers as she ran them over the textured paint on the ceramic. Two full sized loons with red beady eyes gliding across the water, a baby loon floating in the drifts behind, Indian Lake, NY, typed across the bottom in black slanted letters.
On the hazy summer day, I was a carefree dolphin, cruising down the hill at a relaxed speed. My bicycle had a metal rack behind the seat, to which I Duck-Taped a bucket onto, with the purpose of carrying my tackle box and fishing rod. My sister was closing in from behind on her purple Barbie bike by the time I made it to the gravel path that led to the pond. When we got to the spot, I setup my sister’s line first, then I dropped my own hook down, right below the dock. Almost immediately, a bluegill devoured the small chunk of a Slim Jim like a blood-thirsty piranha. After I caught around 30 panfish, I landed one fish with very vibrant colors. I decided I wanted to bring it home and keep it as a pet. So just before me and my sister departed from
I enjoy the escapism and peacefulness, the latter being very much venue dependent admittedly, but that first look at a river or lake as you make your way along it, be it a new venue or one that has been inextricably linked to your childhood memories is akin to fresh wind filling the sails of a boat.
Being more organized and proficient at throwing my cast net, now I can go and capture my own shad for bait without purchasing it. With shad fishing with a cast net I have acquired delight in doing it. At times I gather several shad and sell them to the local bait shop as they need it. The enjoyment of bait fishing for shad with my cast net is an internal reward as well as visible reward. Even with the saturated clothes, aching muscles and the frustration, the outcome has made entire the endeavor
The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.