Fishing, a sport that takes an acquired person to love, is a sport I have grown quite fond of over the last few years. Deep, meaningful conversations emerge between my friends and I as we anticipate a bite. The rush of adrenaline when a fish snatches the lure is truly unreplaceable. My favorite part about fishing is the stories that the anglers share. December 29th, 2015, was the day my favorite fishing story had happened. Spencer Welch, a longtime friend of mine, had picked up the hobby of fishing just two years before he introduced it to me. Damon, who had also climbed my list of best friends, had been close fishing partners with Spencer since the beginning. Over the next few years I had been longing to catch enormous largemouth bass, as they always do. Before a long day of fishing, we always arrange a place to stay together the night before. This particular occasion happened to be at Spencer’s house. We always load up the kayaks the night before so the work load is not as much for the following morning. The talks we have the night before are thoughts of us catching the largest bass ever, and seeing our faces in the newspaper. Discussions of what would happen if we pulled in a new species of fish. The thoughts before a long day of fishing are endless.
As the moon continues to rise, our want for the next morning to come rises as well. Imagining the cold water splashing from the paddles onto our skin makes me shiver in bed. How
the wind cuts into your face as we paddle
It's the day before the big Lake Fork bass tournament. John Noah is getting prepared. He has already cleaned up his boat and is rigging up a swimbait on his favorite carrot stick rod with his favorite lews reel on it. Next John got all his tackle together, he had to take his time choosing lures because of the certain depths in the lake. He got some topwaters for shallow water, some deep diving crank baits for deeper water, and some swimbaits and spinnerbaits for medium depth. Then he double checked everything and made sure it was all in the right place.
Some people consider bass fishing a sport, but for most fishermen it’s a lifestyle. People have been bass fishing since the beginning of time for different reasons. Bass fishing has evolved over the years from using a sapling and some string to the high tech rod and reel technology, as well as sonar fish-finders. For modern day fisherman fishing is a lifestyle that may require a wealth of money depending on what kind of bass fishing someone wants to do. People will less wealth just fish from the bank, but for the luckier individuals that are able to own a boat, fishing is easier, and more fun. Since the beginning of time people have been using real worms for bait, but now with the advancement of technology you can use baits that have a
The line goes tight ,then a strike ,then the pole bending down into the water,the line running of the reel.That is when you know it's a big fish and the adrenaline starts to pump then you see the great Largemouth bass leap from the water as it try to get the hook out of its mouth as if its life depended on it .But after a long tiring fight it's over and the giant green largemouth bass is in the boat .It's a giant 5lber .Now that would be a fish to bad on average I only catch 3 lbs however no matter the size fishing is something that everyone can enjoy in her own way. There's a way to fish that everyone can like rather you are on that just likes to cast a line and wait for a fish to come or you are someone that likes to active
The repetition of the word “fisher” or “fishing” mirror the hazardous menace of predators (3, 4, 11). While the fish are labeled the prey in this instance in the poem, the fishermen are commonly labeled the predator. Humanity is known in their role in any given ecosystem as the top of the food chain. This is explicated within the poem between the roleplay of the human hunting for the fish with all the necessary tools of a “fishing pole” (9) and
Ever since my passion began in the 7th grade, the amazing people I have come across, stories I have heard, and memories I have made fishing are innumerable. A few of the many guys I have met fishing have become valuable mentors to me, which of whom I have bonded with and become closer to. I have shared lots of experiences by spending time and traveling with these men, shaping me as a person. As humans, we learn so much from one another, and through fishing I have learned not only many old traditions and modern fishing methods, but life skills that I use in my day-to-day
My brother hopped out and got a few rods and a tackle box out. “Come on, Jay is already at the end,” he said as he rushed to the entrance and paid 18$ for both of us to fish until 7 the next morning. I stepped onto the pier and was shocked to see so many people of all ages, sizes, races. The pier was old and worn out, creaking with each careful step I took. The shine of the moonlight reflecting off the pier and the water gave the pier a somewhat scary but welcoming feeling. We walked down to the very end and met up with Jay. He had a giant cooler filled with squid and other types of fish to use as bait, and a gigantic battle rod. “What’s up man?” Mitchell exclaimed and hugged Jay. “Ready to try to teach this little one how to fish?” my brother laughed as they both looked at me awkwardly standing there not knowing what to do. It was around six at night and the pier was still pretty packed, but people were starting to pack up and
As with Tyler Hurd’s involvement in the sport of fishing, it is not just the awe-inspiring loot he may catch that drives his persistence to keep fishing, it’s also about the fishing ventures he takes alone that satisfies his curiosity as well. While Hurd’s many fishing expeditions occur in the fishing areas of Galveston, his accompanying friends or relatives seem to limit his eagerness to try various different ways of fishing other than occupying fishing piers that contain crowds or charter boats that carry packs of people. Unlike the regular ways of his companions, Hurd particularly uses one of many available canoes within a bay area whenever the chance for him doing so arises.
Kalley Vande Vrede Due Date: Friday 25th Journal 1 I am reading “The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant” by W. D. Wetherell. This story is about a boy who has a crush on Shelia Mant and a love for fishing. On his and Sheila’s first date he has to decide to pick the bass or her. In this journal I will be questioning and In this short story, I wonder if he is going to pick the bass or Sheila.
Initially the audience is peppered by a multitude of adjectives with the narrator describing the catch. The narrator catches a "tremendous fish,"(1) that looked "battered and venerable/ and homely" (8-9). The reader can picture the fish's situation akin to their past experiences or stories of fishing and can sympathize with the circumstance. Bishop compares the fish to
They weren’t as sharp anywhere else; they seemed to have chosen the river as a guide on their slow wheel toward morning, and in the course of the summer’s fishing, I had learned all their names” (Wetherell 2). The boy never went anywhere without his fishing rod and even has a name brand fishing rod. He seems passionate about fishing and feels like fishing is his get away. The final way, were the boy picked the bass over Sheila is how he works so hard to keep it. When you work so hard to keep something you would think in the end you would pick it. If he did not pick the bass than what is the point of even trying. He went threw so much to keep the big bass. In the short story it states, “The canoe shot clear into the deeper water of the stream. I immediately looked down at the rod. It was bent in the same tight arc-miraculously, the bass was still on” (Wetherell 4). In the end the boy has tried so hard to keep the bass on and should not just let it go. He worked so hard for something but yet he has also had the guts to ask out
While on his date, the narrator is faced with a dilemma, he caught one of the largest bass he had ever seen. However, he refrains from telling Sheila since he fears that he might lose her. Provided his admirable feelings for Sheila, he could not help but experience the same emotions after seeing the bass. The narrator, after analysing the situation decides to cut the line and set the bass free. Little did he know, Sheila decided to go home with Eric. Leaving the young boy, without Sheila or the Bass. He soon realizes that he no longer feels the desire for Sheila nor the Bass. In fact, as life progresses, he will get several chances to meet new love interests as well as fish. Additionally, the story provides us a hard life lesson, which I believe
Paul and Norman grew up in the same household, with the same rules and values but when it came to their fishing styles and their social lives, they were totally different. Norman admires Paul’s expertise in fly-fishing and wishes to have the same ability as Paul, but he feels overshadowed by his brother’s skills. Norman had always looked up to his father, unlike his brother who would rebel their father’s ideals. Norman accepts the values and principles that his father tried to teach him. Unlike Paul, Norman found fly-fishing important only because he wanted to grow closer to his brother and father. “In our family there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.” (p.
She questions how she could convey her excitement when it came to her turn to catching a fish and recalls it was the “white twisting fish” that hauled up onto the boat. By doing this, she paints a clear picture for the readers to vision themselves in the moment that was the peak of her passion. She was fond of the moment until her father opinionated that he “[doesn’t] like to see fish caught.” Instead of reasoning with her father, she realizes that it was simply a statement of his own feeling and ultimately it was her decision if to continue fishing. She claims her passion for fishing “slowly extinguished” from the words of her father.
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.
This story is about two friends, Fred and Ken, taking an early morning fishing trip. It looks like it’s going to be a great day. It was something uncommonly strange about this day. The two talk about normal stuff, and