Personal Narrative About Fishing

When I is was younger I used to go to the beach with my grandfather to crab fish. Crab Fishing had always been my grandfather's specialty and he was ready to pass that on to me. My first day out on the water I could not crab fish for I was scared of anything that lurked under the rocks. The next day, my grandfather told me that I was to catch at least one crab by the end of the day. So I went on and waited until the last minute to lift up a rock and hunt whatever was under. I was not ready to defy my grandfather's crab fishing religion and so I took my chances and lifted the ponderous rock my minescule muscle could handle. I as watched the grey murky water clear out I saw the brobdingnagian monster crab and snathced him as swiftly as possible.

It was the day after my sister's Quinceanera, and all my family was here. They were leaving back to their homes Monday morning, so keep in mind it is Sunday. All of our parents were talking outside and saw that us kids didn’t really have anything to do, so they decide to take us to a river that was 5 minutes away from my aunt's ranch. We packed up all our food and stuff and went right away.

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 picked it up and held it in front of me so Jay could take a picture of it. I remember feeling so accomplished with myself, the adrenaline rush I got is something I have never experienced before in my life and I really enjoyed the feeling. I smiled, as my brother threw it back in the water. “Good job Kenz, that was amazing!” My brother said as he high fived me. “You’re right,” I began, “Maybe fishing isn’t so bad after all.” I laughed as I went over to my pole and started to re bait it and did so the rest of the night, but may I say, that shark wasn’t just the catch of the night, but the catch of my life; hooking me on

Steadily gaining line on this mysterious fish as the line begins to lose slack a sign that the fish is coming to the surface, I race against time to regain slack and keep tension on him. The bass breaks the surface as it propels itself into the air while shakings its bucket mouth vigorously desperately trying to shake the hook. It dives back down as I continue to crank down on the reel. The flash sun's me, the fish surfaces exhausted. I anxiously snatch my net and swoop underneath the bass. It hopelessly flops around desperately trying breath. I pin it down and surgically remove the hook that was lodged in the back of its throat. Carefully grasping the basses lip I lay it horizontally against the measuring tape, 17 ½ inches, a very healthy fish with a substan clay belly on it. I take a few actions shots blinding the fish with my flash, dunking its head underneath the water brings life rushing through its body as it vigorously propels himself back under meanwhile covering me with fish slime and mucky lake

My friend had invited me along with him and his family to the ocean. It was vacation for the family, but for him and me it was the beginning of a week of serious business. We had an obsessive hobby to pursue. As avid and long-term freshwater fisherman, we were thrilled by the thought of catching those large and exotic saltwater fish we had seen on television a billion times before. Yet little did we expect there to be such vast differences between our freshwater fishing and the saltwater fishing, which we were about to pursue. We learned through trial and much error that in order to have a successful saltwater fishing experience we had to make adjustments to all the freshwater

I thought it was just seaweed but it had a little more weight to it. It wasn’t seaweed. My grandpa told me to reel. About 5 seconds later I caught my first fish. This was huge. I’ve been waiting months to finally go out fishing with my grandpa on his boat and catch a fish. “No big deal, I thought.” My grandpa then took out his camera so my mom could have a picture. He taught me how to grab the fish in a way so the backfin didn't cut me. I was going to try to grab the fish but I couldn't. It looked to slimey, and I didn't want the backfin to cut me. When he took the picture I was holding the string of the pole a good length away from my body so the fish wouldn't attack me with its killer fin. My grandpa didn't mind that I was afraid of an 8-inch bluegill, he was just happy that I caught my first fish. I was happy too, my patience paid

My mother took my brothers and I over to one of my mom's coworkers (and good friend’s) house on the white river.whenever we went there we knew we were either fishing or kayaking,I have never done them both at the same time, but this day I guess I did both of them.

After that I kept thinking to myself that nothing will go right this day. After we had lunch we went back to the river and at that point I was so aggravated. I did not want to fish anymore. I kept catching these little fish and that was getting really annoying. Cherokee is supposed to be one of the best places to fish in North Carolina. They only stock fish fifteen inches or more in these rivers. Somehow I just kept catching these little fish. It was about 3:30 or so when all of a sudden I hooked into a massive fish. Right when I set the hook it came out. Most fish will not bite again if that happens so honestly at that point I wanted to be done. For some odd reason something told me I should throw there again. Right at the same spot it hit again. This time I made sure to not let it get off. I never knew this would be the biggest fish I have ever caught. Also never knew it would be a six minute fight. This fish was huge compared to any other fish I have ever caught. I finally got it in the net and I knew after this terrible day still something good could happen. It was the biggest rainbow trout I have ever laid my hands on. I learned a life lesson that

The first time I went fishing was with my dad.We were fishing at a campsite out in the middle of nowhere.On the way to the lake we saw a little baby fox running through the woods.My dad told me a story about when

I have been fishing as long as I can remember. It has been a pursuit, an adventure, a call, a metaphor, a meditation, and a coping mechanism. Being a young boy in the 1960s and 70s, reading Thor Heyerdahl adventures and watching Jacques Cousteau, National Geographic, and astronauts orbiting the earth and walking on the moon on television, the spirit of adventure and the wonder of the natural world were the air I breathed. Moreover, my family was of a religious bent where my sisters and I were more likely to be told to be quiet and pay attention on a nature walk than in church. As opposed to the somehow self-evident holiness of the sanctuary, my parents took on the nurturing challenge of opening our eyes to

Dad- wow what a great fish let me get my phone to take a picture

When I went with my dad and brothers to go fly fishing on Alaska's Kenai River I expected to have a day full of nothing but fun and lots of fish. After reaching the Alaskan riverside I eagerly jumped out of the truck and bounded

The early morning breeze and feeling of nature that surround when I’m out on the water fishing is something I’m passionate for, and makes me who I am. It’s as though life around me stops and my only focus is trying to catch a fish. It’s something I could do all day and often do, and something I love to do with my friends, family, and even on my own. Fishing has affected me as a person. It requires patience because there are times when you might have to wait hours before your first bite. Along with patience comes determination, which is important because there are thousands of different ways to catch a fish. On one day a certain technique might work but on a different day I’ll have to look through my repertoire and figure out what is working

My entire family had a great time, and it felt great to have the cool water splash inside of the raft. Our guide made sure that we did not hit any rocks along the way. Next, we ate lunch and drove back up the river so we could go experience the class II rapids. Confident as ever, we were all ready to go.