Narrative About Fishing

This is a paper about the book Finding Fish: A Memoir, which was written by Antwone Fisher. By necessity given the nature of the book, the main character will be examined at length. Through careful examination of the main character a deeper understanding of the book can be reached. After the examination, a number of theoretical perspectives will be applied to the main character, as well as an explanation of how these perspectives can be used to evaluate Antwone in order to understand him better. The perspectives that will be used will be the strengths, systems, conflict, humanistic, and psychodynamic perspectives. Following the connection of the perspectives to Antwone, an explanation of why social workers use theories and

I am very good at being impatient. However, it is easier for me to be patient when I am fishing because I know if I am patient, there is a chance at some point, I will get what I want, which is a fish. For a ring of a bell, a sway of a pole or a splash in the water.

Love can come from many different people. It is not always given by a family member. Love is not always given by a romantic interest, either. Sometimes love can be given by friends, especially in a time of need. This can be seen in Chris Crutcher’s short story Goin’ Fishin’. Goin’ Fishin’ is a short story about a boy named Lionel Serbousek, whose family is killed by his previous best friend, Neal Anderson. The story follows him through his grief. Throughout the story, Lionel’s friends are there to guide him through his grief and guard him from the outside world. Lionel’s friends love him like family.

Sport fishing offers some of the most thrilling and exciting water sport adventures. If you want to gain the maximum out of a sport trip, what you need to do is hire an expert fishing charter. These charters give you an excellent opportunity to enjoy your activity in the most exciting of sport waters and with the right kind of guide, you can be sure of catching the best fish.

In the story, 90 Miles to Havana by Enrique Flores-Galbis, the main character Julian has one big conflict that is his wish to please his father. Julian’s father, brothers, and Julian go out for a fishing trip in hopes to catch a big fish. Julian’s father specifically states to Julian that he must give the fishing line to him even if there is a slight nibble. They believe that by catching a big fish it will bring good luck for the new year. Julian wants to be the hero and prove to his family that he is capable of catching a big fish. While fishing, Julian finally got a nibble on the line but said nothing to his Dad about it and because it must have been such a large fish, the line snapped. In the book, it stated, “Every time I rewind and then

While other fishermen reel in boatloads of fish, the old man is lucky to feel so much as a tug on his line. He spends some time fishing with a young boy, but after months of bad luck, the boy’s parents no longer allow him to fish with the old man. It is for this reason that he decides to journey far out into the sea, aiming to catch a fish so huge it renders the other fishermen speechless. After venturing miles away from the course, the old man finally feels the pull of a large fish on his line; so large, in fact, that he does not have the strength to reel it in. However, he is determined to capture it no matter how long it takes, telling himself, “You better be fearless and confident yourself, old man” (Hemingway 84). He does his best to remain strong and optimistic throughout his time at sea. With much patience, he allows the marlin to guide his boat through the rippling waves of the ocean for days on end. When it finally tires out, he is able to kill it and reel it in, leaving an accumulation of blood in its place. Knowing this could mean trouble, he begins to head back to shore as quickly as possible, blood trailing behind him. To his dismay, despite his efforts to avoid them, the sharks sense the blood in the water and approach his boat. Each time a shark appears, he is eventually able to fight it off, but not before it can take a portion

Fishing can bring you a sense of peace and keep you physically fit. You don't have to be rich to participate in the sport, but you do need certain gear. From a fishing rod to extra bait, here is a list of the things you'll need if you want to start participating in this fun sport, or if you want to get your children into fishing. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/06/benefits-of-fishing_n_5754408.html

Fishing is a fun way for me to spend some time with my family members and just relax feeling the refreshing breeze hit my face. I enjoy going with my older brother to the lake here in Newton or Out in other towns. One time me and my brother went to a lake outside of Newton in a different town and stayed there for most of the day. We hardly caught anything but it was fun being out there with only my older brother. And the fish we did catch were all to small to take home to cook and man I wish we did catch a big one.

You may have heard how boring fishing can be. Sitting there waiting for a catch that may never happen can be frustrating. However, for people who have more patience and are still interested in learning to fish you may want to follow some basic steps. After following these steps, you should be able to have a smooth and relaxed time fishing. These steps include how to set up your pole, choose your bait and how to cast your line. All you need is a fishing pole and a pre-supplied tackle box.

In the short story, “Fish Story,” Rick Bass uses suspense and conflict to strengthen the plot. The father advised his ten year old son to keep watering the 86-pound catfish for the barbeque party later that evening. Throughout the day, many people come to see the “swollen, gasping grotesque netherworld” and “monstrosity” of a fish, including the family who caught the fish to repay their debt of $67 (Bass, 2009, pg. 1).

one edge of the island to the other edge. Not a very big island. Soon, we had enough of the hammock and we decided to enjoy the wonderful Bahamas sun and warm, perfect weather that didn’t involve rain or snow. We set out across the rocky sand to find a beach. As we followed the cement sidewalk, we came to a beach with tiny, tiny white sand granules, and not a rock in sight. We picked a spot in the sand, lathered on the oil, and “baked”. After about an hour of the hot, hot, sun, we took a dip in the seventy degree, clear, clean, blue water. Not a wave in sight and nothing to complain about. As we enjoyed the water that was only four feet deep all the way to the other side of the one hundred yard bay, we say many seashells beneath our feet and decided that these would make great souvenirs. We picked up a couple white, cream, and brown seashells and headed back up the sandy beach to our towels where we were going to “flip” and take in some more glorious sunshine. Two hours later, we decided that we were hungry, so we packed up our beach gear and headed back up the cement sidewalk to the big brown pavilion where the food was to be served.

Fishing has been around a long time and has been evolving over the years. In fact, the first known fishermen were from the Stone Age. They used materials that were available to them to catch fish and put food on the table for their families. Succeeding the Stone Age however, fishing has slowly begun to transform into more of a sport than a method of providing food. National Geographic states, “It wasn't until the 15th century that fishing began its evolution into a sport. Previously, fishing was simply a means for survival.” Fishing has changed so immensely that it has become a competitive sport. Fishermen all over the world angle competitively against each other in huge tournaments for a living. These professional fishermen are awarded millions of dollars to angle out of expensive boats that their sponsors pays for.

Beep, Beep, I reached over and hit my alarm clock until it shut off. It was only 6 o’clock in the morning and I was already getting up. I was going fishing with my Dad, Pepe and one of his friends, Harold. We were going to Milford lake which is about 45 minutes away. My dad told me that they never have any luck at all when they go fishing, and something bad always happens, and we were wishing that nothing would happen this time either.

While roaming around a corner store with my grandmother, I saw some old fishing rods in the back corner of the store. After looking at them for a few minutes, one rod seemed to stand out more than the others. The price tag on it, was a bit of deal breaker though. On a student budget, three hundred dollars seemed a bit out of my price range. The more I thought about it, the more it didn't seem like the smartest purchase to make.

We just arrived at one of the famous fishing holes. Waves rolling over the rocks. We call it the walleye chop. We drop our lines down as fast as we could, like a rock vigorously skipping across the lake. When it finally hits bottom we give it two or three reels up. We turn the fish locator on and it glows with action at all of the fish. My face lit up knowing that fish are down there. We then drop the trolling motor down and gave the remote a few clicks. Slowly the boat glided into motion. As we troll along I gave my new pole a few jigs. My uncle says he has one on. Suddenly, there was tapping at the end of my fishing rod. I let some line out and the fish takes it. I gave it a pull and set the hook. My fish started running. I jerk it back into place; it was swimming my way. My heart began to race as it was inching closer to the boat. I pulled it out of the water and it was a nice 18 incher. Shining with beams of sunlight; I tossed him into the live well. I throw the branded line back down to get some