Narrative About Fishing

That day, he hooked a Marlin, a marlín that he had so much respect for he considered him as his brother. After, he went through some trouble harpooning the fish, he finally killed. The Sharks found out about it too. Soon enough, the sharks were already ripping the Marlin into chunks. The Old Man did everything that was posible to save his brother from being devoured by sharks but could not make

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).

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.

My sister and I have always been very adventurous and outdoors oriented. Surrounded by a large quantity of land, we had limitless opportunities to play games and have escapades. One of my favorite memories however, was making a secret clubhouse by a stream running along our yard. Although we did have a swingset and tons of toys, that was our prefered place to spend time.

We were carrying the coolers down to the boat for our fishing trip. Once we were onto the pontoon my dad backed the boat out of the dock and we turned down stream. Off to go fishing on Lake Delhi; I spotted a huge rock that had people jumping off into the water. Then and there I wanted to try it. I am not sure why but I like to do things that get your adrenaline going. My dad says i’m an adrenaline junky. We stopped for a second so we could see them jump off the top. When they were at the top they looked so tiny and after they jumped it seemed like they jumped out of a plane since it took them so long to get to the water.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.