Personal Narrative-Boat Hunting

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.

Davie just retired from the military and is content with starting a new chapter of his life. He is a loyal man with nothing but good intentions. Davie grew up in Tampa Bay and knew MacDill Air Force Base was a fishing sanctuary. He and his childhood friends had plenty of memories of slaying the flats on base when they were kids. Davie had a friend named Derrick whose grandfather was in the Army. Derrick’s grandfather was able to get Derrick, Davie, and their good friend Martin on base because of his military ID. Davie made a promise to Derrick and Martin that once he retired from the military it would be just like it was when they were kids. Derrick and Martin held him to his word.

One glorious morning my grandpa and I got up bright and early. We got ready and headed into the woods to prepare for our deer hunt. We walked through the brush as quiet as possible so that we would not spook any animals in the area. On our way to the hunting spot, we stopped in a couple areas to take in how beautiful the view was. Once we took the view in we kept moving toward our hunting spot. Finally, we reach our hunting blind and we get all set up for the hunt. My grandpa and I sat in the blind and talked quietly about how we hoped a deer would come by soon so that we didn’t have to hunt all day. About twenty-five minutes into the hunt I hear a faint noise come from behind me. My eyes lit up with excitement hoping that when I turned around

t's been around nearly three months since I recently purchased my SUV from you and it's been a continuous hassle with it. When I purchased the car I expected to use it for backcountry camping and fishing trips instead it's been re-occurring to break down on me. When I bought this vehicle for $10,500 and another $1000 for the 12 month warranty you had assured me this car would be perfect for my needs. When you sold me this car it had 38,645 miles on it and now it's showing 40,012 miles when I'm sure that I haven't drove passing 1,500 miles. Then on top of that the when I first took it outdoors it had to be towed back and repaired.Clearly you remember that incident since you paid $50 for the tow and $587.50 to repair the transmission.

I start to move out of bed and towards the door of my room. I know what I’m going to be doing today, I will be spending all my time with my family on our boat fishing. From around 6 in the morning till 7 at night. It should be fun to hang out for a whole day in the hot sun with the family.

I was sitting on the boat enjoying the cool breeze while the hot sun came down on me.I grabbed my rod,and decided to start catching some fish.I put my bait on the hook and,threw my rod in the water .I started to doze off nothing was happening until i felt the boat start to slowly rock.I looked down,but saw nothing then i felt the rocking again.I then heard splashes in the water i looked to my side to see an alligator.I looked into it’s cold dead eyes it honestly creeped me out.

Getting ready for the big day, it was a cool summer morning, the water was like glass, mist on the water. My dad, me, and my friend launched the boat in the water ready for the state Bass Fishing Tournament, we had never been so pumped in our lives. Three!!! Yelled the director, we take off to our first spot of the morning, a spot we had done good in practice the day before. The first spot was a bust but we bounce back and get to our second spot. I throw my chartreuse spinnerbait next to some reeds in the water and next thing i know i'm hooked up!!! I yell “Matt get the net” He scoops the fish into the net and that's our first keeper of the day. Next cast I hook up with another Largemouth bass that weighed about 2lbs. I continue on the trolley

One nice day last summer my father and I decided to go fishing. We left early in the morning, crossing over Niagara River on the ferry.

Twas the night before hunting when all through the wood not a creature was stirring, not even a grouse.the guns were set by the door with care, with hopes the deer would soon be there. The hunters were all snug in their cot while visions of bull elk pranced in their heads. Mamma in her gloves and I my cap had just settled down for a late night nap.

One time I was scared was when I jumped off a cliff in a lake. It all started when it was summer I went over to my cousins at Texas.

To be honest, I haven’t really written a diary for a long time, and if I had, then it would have been lost or something along those lines. I’ll try my best to recap my past up to January 18, 2017 (Wednesday). Keep note that I LOVE technology!

Illusory superiority. That is what it is called when we think that we are better than someone else. It happens to us all at one point or another. We see someone in the street, in class, or at practice, and we stick up our noses. “I am so much better than them” you think to yourself as they go about their business. Maybe it is because of the way they look, or act, or maybe it is just because you think they do not meet your standards in some way. I am guilty of this as well. My experience happened at a fly fishing competition just a few weeks ago, but I was quickly shown that what I thought was totally wrong.

We were all pumping our sweaty legs on this very hot day in Martha’s Vineyard. We were staying Massachusetts and went out to the island for the day. My family and I all rented bikes so we could ride around the island and enjoy the ocean view, and the pleasant breeze all over our bodies. Even though we had that breeze the temperature was still as hot as the blazes of hell.

Most people remember very little about special moments with their family, and others may not remember anything about it at all. Even so, one memory continues to stand out for me. The first time I learned how to fish I was with one of my biggest influences in life, my dad.

Canoeing was always something I had wanted to do. Years ago, my family and close friends would go canoeing down the beautiful Cedar River in Osage, but I was always too young to go along. This past summer, while sitting in the shop with my dad and brother, on a hot and humid day, my dad suggested that we should go canoeing down the Upper Iowa River. I jumped up with excitement as I was so happy that I would finally get to go canoeing.