Narrative About Fishing

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).

Being mixed with more than one race can be extremely confusing, especially when you do not have the proper knowledge on how to obtain more information on your origins. When your self perception is distorted, the way you experience others is also affected. In A Yellow Raft In Blue Water by Michael Dorris we are allowed to see this perspective through Rayona, the youngest of the three women who tell their stories. In hearing each woman’s perspective from youngest to oldest, it is clear to see how generations directly are affected by the life of the women before them and so on. By seeing each perspective we are able to have a better understanding of each character due to seeing them from their perspective, compared to hearing all these stories

We over around the lake a lot because how we weren't really hardly getting any bites on our fishing pools. And I had only gotten one bite and when I pulled it in the fish was only a little bit bigger than an orange. But it was

in order to guarantee the smooth operations in an operable organization. Nursing home administrators work hard to make sure that residents, their healthcare providers, and their relatives are all satisfied with their service. According to “What Does a Nursing Home Administrator Do?” article, a day in the life of a nursing home administrator is defined as fast-paced and disordered. Between unexpected meetings, phone calls, and disasters, the administrator completes their other responsibilities also dealing with unfortunate residents as problems arise, helping staff satisfy residents, and transporting information to the corporate

Santiago finally reels the fish to the side of the boat and harpoons it. Although he has won the battle with the fish, the blood from the harpoon wound inevitably attracts sharks. They come in waves, as the old man tries to fight them off. Little by little, they take the meat of the fish, until Santiago is left with only a carcass. The next morning, people are gathered, looking at the giant skeleton of the fish. The boy goes to the old man’s shack and consoles him, promising to always fish with him regardless of what his parents say. The old man then goes to sleep and dreams of lions.

This fishing rod has helped me catch plenty of fish in my life but I had no idea that I was about to be able to catch as many fish as I did. I packed the fishing rod into my truck and went down to the lake. Once I got to the lake I unpacked and got set up for fishing. I got my rod and my worms and began to try to catch a few fish. I had no idea that I was about to catch a lot of fish on this particular day. After about 15 minutes I felt a tug on the rod. I pulled up a nice size fish. This was by far the quickest that I had ever caught a fish. I placed the fish in the bucket. I didn’t expect to catch another fish for the rest of my time out there but what happened next surprised me. About 30 minutes later I caught another fish. This one was even bigger than the last one that I had

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.

I t was my first day on the job as a coast guard. My experience that day is one that I would never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was going on a mission to save a girl trapped on a boat next to a bridge.

The wind is beating on my face as I grip ferociously on the rope ladder. Looking down below I see blue waters getting farther away little by little. The frigid air has turned my skin purple and numb, while snowflakes falter my vision. And then it happens. I feel a tremendous scraping and clawing at my leg. As I adjust my eyes downward I see a large gray figure. My heartbeat comes to a screeching halt and I see red everywhere. Red on my leg, red falling downward in the sky, red in the water. All the while I am still attached to the ladder with the force left in my forearms. “HELP! PLEASE HURRY! PLEASE HURRY I NEED INSIDE!” I am yelling and crying at the workers above to pull me in. The pain is excruciating and my mind is spinning.

A hour or two later we kept strolling down Dierks Lake and started bass fishing. We were throwing out our six pound test line and it just

While I was at home and eating fish my mom asked if I wanted to go fishing. I said I don’t wanna go fishin. mom said to bad you're going anyway. I shall call your grandmother said mom.

This scared the giant lobster, and he tried to grasp the pole too! Unfortunately, the lobster was way to heavy and the flagpole fell. It was about to hit Dave’s dad, but fortunately, the giant lobster grabbed him gently with his pincers and moved him out of the way. When he was dropped down from the big blue pincers, he thanked the lobster sheepishly and hid his face. Although they couldn’t see it, the lobster was smiling and in his language, muffled, your welcome!! Off the lobster went to find help. By this time, it was dark and the Giant Lobster was very tired and he hadn’t found anyone to help him. So, he went back to the harbor to sleep.

As he said how did that how did this fish pull the paddle boat. So we waited about 5 minutes and when it came to the side of the pond. My dad grabbed the paddle boat and then my dad grabbed the fish and we brought it up to the house when we got to the house my dad put in a cooler of ice to numb it. We waited 15 minutes then my dad got the fish and started to Flay it. I thought to myself this is so nasty. So my dad gave me a bowl with the rest of fish with the skin and guts and said go Berry it and the garden for fertilizer. so I buried it in the garden then my dad put the fley in a bowl of ice and put it in the

Standing in the blazing sun, the urge to jump into the refreshing ocean water to escape the heat was tempting, as the wind was not kind enough to produce even a slight breeze. I cast and reeled repeatedly, but on my final cast, my line refused to budge from its place in the water. An image of my breakfast flashed in my head and I concluded the worst. The banana had lived up to its reputation; my line 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.