Personal Narrative Essay: My Fishing And My Family

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

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.

Right when I arrived at the lake, a storm came and the lightning became too dangerous. This ended the night early, without even getting a bite. "There will always be another day" I told myself, as we headed back to the truck. A call from my grandpa one afternoon, led to the news that there were Channel Catfish stacked on a rock pile in the local area, which was definitely good news to

For my perspective project I am writing about when my mom and dad when fishing. My dad loves to go fishing he goes fishing about every week. On the other hand my mom does not like to go fishing, she hates to touch them and she thinks its boring. So on with the story my parents went on a three day two night fishing trip to Fergus Fall area to fish. The drive is about four hours long, they left early in the morning so they could fish that day. When they got there they went straight to the lake to fish. My dad was very excited to fish to start fishing on the other hand my mom not too much. Once they got onto the lake my parents started to fish and after awhile my mom was not catching anything so she started doing her studokus. My dad continued

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.

I went fishing with my uncle, Jason Corneya, Ben Corneya, Liam Corneya, Brian Corneya, My Dad, My Mom, My Sister, my Cousin Evan, My Cousin Paige, And My friend Mathew. I was fishing in Evert, Petoskey, Maple River, Grand River, Ponds, and lakes.

As a female college student, I have many identities. Some identities change, others don't, but either way, they all have something in common- they are each known as our social identity. One person can have many social identities, just and many people can share a social identity. This phenomenon often creates a common ground between people who may seem completely different. Social identities can be anything for a lover of a certain type of music, sport, activity, or even just where these people are from. I have moved a lot through my years, but no matter where I go, I can always find people who share some of my social identities, which aids in feeling comfortable in a new place or situation.

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.

Snap! The branch broke under my foot as my Dad and I were walking on the bank of the stream. It was a early summer morning and me and my Dad were checking out a stream to see if any fish lie in its depths. We did not bring our fishing poles because we did not know the stream existed. Luckily we had some kite string and some sharp size 4 silver hooks. So I decided to grab a long sturdy stick and tie the kite string to it to create a makeshift fishing pole. I tied the hook to the kite string and put a weight on it. But then we realized we had no bait! So my Dad ventured off into the dense forest in search of some bait that the fish might find tasty.

For the weekend I’m DEFINITELY going to be fishing. Fishing is my number one favorite sport. I hope to be fishing on Pokegama lake near Pine City for that is where we are going to be all weekend every weekend seeing that we have a business out near Pine City, plus my grandparents live out there. The Snake River is behind their house and my grandpa has this magnificent fishing spot for night fishing (7-8ish pm) and there are walleyes there. The first night I fished there I was with my him and I caught two sheephead (Freshwater Drums). One super nice one and one normal sized one. This weekend I’m probably going to have a mild sunburn due to the fact I am going to be outside all day (hopefully!). I can probably “persuade” my grandpa to out on the water away from his pheasants (just came in the mail). The pheasants are like baby chicks right now, but in about 3-4 weeks they will be able to fly. Anyway, the snake river has a ton of sheepshead in it and he is going to make fish patties out of them (totally did not say that yesterday….)

When I was 5 years old, my dad introduced me to fishing. We went to Walmart, and he let me pick out a brand new rod and reel, with some worms to fish with. We went out to a local pond to teach me. On the trip, I learned a few beginner skills. He taught me to cast a the pole, how to put the worm on the hook right, and be able to fix my pole if I broke the line. At first, I felt like I got tangled on every stick in sight. I had found a new passion, but most of all we had found a new bonding activity.

All week at school all Dan thought about was his uncle coming up and going fishing. It was saturday a week after his older brother Dean shot a deer, and his uncle was up. Dan asked his uncle if he wanted to go fishing. His uncle said

Finally, the Saturday I’ve been waiting for… It was the very first Summer day after Pre-K. I woke up in the morning, eager for food. So I slided down the railing to get something to eat. Everything I saw looked like garbage. So, I crawled up to my brothers room. That was where all the good stuff was

I could tell it was late, the cool November air licking the nape of my neck. I heard the splash of water, then I was pushed onto what I could only imagine to be a boat, as it rocked side to side I felt a single rough leaf brush my hand before it fell. Suddenly, the bag over my head was removed and I could see my surroundings; a murky lake with a full moon rising like a bulbous white balloon. The beautiful view was soon over as I was pushed off the boat into the cold water. As I sunk I tried to swim, but my hands and feet were tied and my mouth bound in cloth. I sunk down to the bottom. I found myself floating on the surface but I couldn’t feel the water or the air or anything. I tried to stand, but I wasn’t touching the ground I was floating

Seventy five degrees hot day where the sun is shining the sound of waves hitting the shore of the beach and the smell of fish this gets me in the mood for fishing on my favorite spot mullet lake