Literacy Narrative: Where Would I Be Myself?

The fish begins pulling him out to sea, and the old man has to figure out how to keep the line taut. Santiago eventually finds a way grip with his hands and brace his back against the mast to hold the line. This, however, resulted to his back becoming incredibly sore. His hands began to get cramped and when the fish would pull on the line, his right hand got sliced. Finally, after 2 days of fighting, the old man speared the fish as it jumped in the air. Another problem in itself was figuring out how to bring the fish in. As the fish was bigger than the skiff, the old man tied the fish to the side of the boat. The blood was oozing from the spear cut, calling the sharks for free food. The old man did a good job of fighting them off, but not before they bit off a chunk of the fish, making it bleed even more. More sharks came throughout the night, and the old man was too tired to fight them off. He lost everything but the head. While the old man lost his fish, he gained self-knowledge. The real reason for this trip was to prove himself. Santiago wanted to prove, to others and himself, that while he was an old man, he could still fight like the great Joe DiMaggio would have

The flat water was a mirror reflecting the empty light blue sky. I started to daydream as I sat there with the sun beating down on me. Suddenly the rod snapped down and a loud buzzing sound filled the air. “Fish on!” yelled my step dad, as he grabbed the rod. I reeled up all the other rods so nothing got tangled with the fish. You can feel the tension in the air as the rod bends. One wrong move and the fish is gone forever. Each minute felt like ten as the fish is on the hook. My step dad wanted to switch spots so he could handle the net. I grabbed the rod as tightly as I could. The veins in my hand popped out as I cranked the reel. A heavy weight fell on my shoulders knowing I was responsible for getting the fish

Early morning mist settled over the calm water, reflecting the first red light of a day devoted to fishing. The odd year a blizzard came in June and drove all the other campers away It felt like the world belonged only to us. We’d stand on a rocky point casting fishing lines out. I saw my Father framed by snow clouds running down the mountain side as he calmly fished. The water lapping my feet, cold as my hands in the biting breeze. It was a quiet three days being marooned with small the sound of lapping water on rocks and

As one of the fisherman measure the elongated marlin’s skeleton, Manolin realizes that Santiago had achieved this feat: ‘“He was eighteen feet from nose to tail,’ the fisherman who was measuring called. ‘I believe it,’ the boy said” (123). When Manolin has this epiphany, he is aware of Santiago’s internal strength despite his old age. Believing in this achievement, Manolin starts to revere Santiago as his own personal hero, which is shown through his tears of joy. Few moments later, Santiago wakes up, and he recounts when the merciless sharks took all of his marlin’s flesh. Although Santiago knows that he did not prevail, Manolin still praises him while being astounded: ‘“They beat me, Manolin,’ he said. ‘They truly beat me.’ ‘He didn’t beat you. Not the fish’” (124). In essence, Manolin is dumbfounded by the old man’s strength, and he is not skeptical of Santiago’s advantages anymore. Manolin takes one step further to demonstrate his maturity and his full devotion to Santiago after he asks Manolin about the authority of his parents: ‘“What will your family say?’ ‘I do not care. I caught two yesterday. But we still fish together now for I still have much to learn’” (125). Manolin breaks away from the authority of his parents, who are the cause of his skepticism on Santiago. Manolin’s parents tell him to move to another boat and

I could hardly contain my excitement of going fishing for the first time in five years, I even had the proverbial butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I felt like a little kid wanting to ask “are we there yet” every five minutes. I tried distracting myself with reading, but I just kept reading the sentences over and over not understanding their meaning. I turned on the radio and that helped for a while until I started to get that nagging feeling that I had forgotten something. I pulled out the packing list I had shoved into my pocket before leaving, unfolded it and smoothed out the fold lines. My eyes followed down the list noting that all items were checked off; rods, reels, tackle box, vest, waders, sunglasses, hat, hooks, fishing line, lures, sinkers, bobbers, hook remover, Swiss army knife, wipes, and band aids. Everything was in order. Dismissing the feeling I had forgotten something, I turned to look out the window and watch the world pass by.

He caught a small mouth bass, a large mouth bass, and a walleye. We were going to keep the walleye but it was too small. I didn’t really catch that much but then I huge bite came I was really excited. I REALLY wanted to catch this fish. I was shaking of excitement my heart was beating really fast and then the bite came back and I set the hook. ‘’I GOT IT’’ ‘’I GOT IT’’I yelled. I didn’t know what kind of fish it was and I was desperate to know. I was hoping that my pole wouldn’t break. Then I finally knew what it was it was a 4 POUND SMALL MOUTH BASS! I felt so proud that I caught this monster. My dad took a picture and we still continued to fish. But after a while it was getting dark and we had to go and call it a night. This reminds me of the summer time where me and my dad always used to fish. Hopefully we can do it again next summer. I can’t wait until next summer. Even though I got wet and kind of dirty I still had loads of fun. In can’t wait until next summer. Me and my dad love

A month before he met Renee, one of John’s friends introduced him to scuba diving. He liked it immediately. When he became experienced under the water, he began to dive alone. Then, he began to hunt abalone. One day he saw a small shark. He reached for the knife he strapped to his calf. The shark left the scene. He felt exhilarated. The experience released him from the anxiety that haunted him since his return stateside. He started diving at night because he read that sharks liked to hunt at

It was that time of the year again. Memorial Day weekend was finally here and that means one thing in any Hesse’s mind- the annual Molacek Fishing tournament! More importantly for me, I was finally able to spend time up north in Bemidji at the lake with my entire family again. After the grueling three-hour car ride crammed with my family of six, dog, and what seemed like enough luggage for the entire summer, I had finally made it to my sanctuary, Beltrami Shores. The moment I stepped out of the car my world was made of green and blue. As I was listening to the diverse chirps of the many birds, my nostrils were bombarded by the scents of the pine trees, lake water, and fresh north air. I have learned over the years to familiarize these smells with relaxing on the lake, eating savory meals, spending time family, and disconnecting myself from my continuously busy life. All of these great memories were once again relived on this particular Memorial Day weekend. As I began fishing with my siblings and grandpa by my side, I felt a sudden surge of freedom. Fishing has always been one of my favorite activities at my cabin because I am able to go deep into thought and conversation while enjoying how beautiful the surrounding nature is. After a few minutes of casting, I felt a sudden tug, pulled my rod, and started reeling in what I thought would be the biggest catch of the day! I immediately belched “I got one!” to everyone else in the boat. Unfortunately, I soon realized what I

The air was uncharacteristically hot for a September day, in the mid-eighties, and the humidity made the warm day feel miserable. My grandmother drove us to one of her favorite fishing spots at Pleasant Creek Recreation Area near Palo. I’ve never been an avid angler. I couldn’t tell the difference between a largemouth and smallmouth bass… or a striped bass, a rock bass, or a sea bass. I’ve never had the patience for what I’ve always seen as a menial activity, but when my grandmother asked me to go fishing with her, I couldn’t say no. I was curious as to why she would ask me to join her, as apathetic toward fishing as I was.

I’d been waiting for this day for all summer. I hadn’t been able to fish since last year with my busy t-ball schedule and strictly enforced reading program. This would also be my first time using my new spinner bait. As soon as I reached my great-grandmothers I was ready to hit the water and catch as many monster fish as I could. Of course this was delusional as I had to go through the usual routine of family gatherings: hug the close relatives, say hi to the distant ones, get offered food, tell them no, eat it anyway. All that I could think of during this process was that I was wasting my time when I should be focused on catching this fish.

In The Old Man and the Sea, a man named Santiago and a boy named Manolin have been fishing together for a long time. Santiago taught Manolin everything he know about fishing. They spend many days together fishing, but Santiago has had a very bad streak, 85 days without catching a fish even though Manolin has caught many. Santiago thinks that, on the 87th day, he will catch the biggest fish he has ever caught because it has happened to him before. So on the 86th day he decides to go out into the ocean without the boy because he would not be back until after the 87th day. When he sets out he has a hard time finding any fish. He sees a warbler that actually land on the stern of his skiff on his boat and then starts flying around Santiago’s head. He sees the warbler again this time it is fishing so Santiago decides to cast out where the warbler is fishing. The next day is the 87th day, Santiago is waken up by the movement of his line. When he hooks the animal, it puts a big fight with Santiago. After three days of fighting the animal, Santiago actually sees what it is and pulls it in. It was a humongous marlin. The marlin was so big that he could not even get it into the boat as a whole, he had to cut it piece by piece. When he cut the first piece the blood went into the water and sharks from miles away could smell it. Sharks started to come from miles away and Santiago had to fight them off. Santiago was getting weak because he did not have much to eat and did not get much

Ever since I was a young kid my father has been taking me fishing. He has successfully brainwashed me into loving the activity. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the sport and I am so thankful that my father shared with me this passion. The stories that I could tell about our fishing adventures are endless. My dad has been taking me out fishing every chance he could. There are however a few instances that shine through the countless hours out on the water with poles in hand.

The story begins with an old man named Santiago. For eighty-four days he has not caught any fish. He has been so unlucky, that his young apprentice, Manolin, has been forced to leave the old man to fish in a more prosperous boat. Santiago tries to resolve his unsuccessful streak by sailing out further than usual the following day. While out there, he catches a really big fish known as the marlin. He cannot pull it in, as the fish starts to pull the boat. The old man holds the line for two days without stop. On the third day, the fish tires and Santiago manages to bring it close enough to kill it. He lashes it to the boat and sails back home. On the way, sharks attack the boat and eats away at the marlin. The old man tries to fight them back but fails. When he reaches the shore, there is only a skeleton left. The next day, a crowd of fishermen sees the carcass of the fish, thinking that it’s a shark. The young boy goes over to the old man’s house to see if he’s okay.

Then the old man leaves on a fishing voyage without the boy, hoping that he will finally catch a big fish. At around midday, the fish takes the old man’s bait, and begins pulling him out to sea. Slowly, over the course of three days, the old man brings it closer and closer, and also forms an odd emotional attachment to it. He eventually brings it up to his boat and kills it with his harpoon. As he returns home, sharks follow the blood from the fish and one at a time tearing away at it, despite the number of them killed by the old man. By the time he reaches shore, only the head is left, but the skeleton is marveled over by other fishermen. The main conflict is the struggle between man and nature, and our insignificance compared the entire planet, but that we are ourselves part of it, not by any means a separate organism.

Camping is life. Don’t hesitate being out in nature. Just Do It. Me, Maliree, Baylee, Dad, and Doug went camping together. We parked the boat, and went on the sand, while Baylee, and I sat on the boat dad hooked the fishing poles up and sat with us. The fishing poles were in the rod holder. Baylee, dad, and I went to the shore for a little bit. Baylee went back to the boat. Baylee seen something strange about the pole she told me to look at it and there was a catfish on the line. I took the pole and reeled it in. I yelled for my dad he didn 't answer so I took it up to him. He was surprised.