Personal Narrative Essay On Fishing

When I was younger, my grandpa woken me up early in the morning.I woken up at about 6:30am too my grandpa shaking my shoulder saying wake up wake up. He had a pole in his hand I knew what he had woke me for.

The hot rays of sunshine were starting to burn my skin on that blistering hot day of august. I was on vacation at my grandparents' house in Petoskey, Michigan. It was around the year of 2011 which seems like a long time ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Since it was the hottest day of the summer my grandpa and I decided to go fishing since it is a very relaxing activity to do on a hot day which can sometimes be quite chaotic. This somewhat calm and relaxing recreational activity turned into something a little different. All I can say is that I will only try to catch fish instead of other creatures living in the water.

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On a cold Thursday morning, school was in session but I was starting on my way to Lake Winnibigoshish. I was going up there with my five foot nine, one hundred forty pound dad and my five foot nine, two hundred thirty pound neighbor. We stopped in at the Senior Center for some donuts, and went to Holiday Gas Station for some coffee and a cold drink.

Beep, Beep, I reached over and hit my alarm clock until it shut off. It was only 6 o’clock in the morning and I was already getting up. I was going fishing with my Dad, Pepe and one of his friends, Harold. We were going to Milford lake which is about 45 minutes away. My dad told me that they never have any luck at all when they go fishing, and something bad always happens, and we were wishing that nothing would happen this time either.

Not long after starting my freshman year of high school, my brother and I decided to go fishing because he had recently got his license and eager to hit the road. My brother decided to take us to a new spot that I was unfamiliar with, but after a couple hours became I became impatient and bored. So I decided to go towards the center of the river to cool myself down from the heat, little did I remember that there was downpour the night before so the currents were intense and powerful.

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

The next day we leave to go see the Bay of Fundy, the worlds highest tides come up here. It was cool to see the water come up every minute. I almost lost my flip-flop in the great big ocean. Our next stop was Charlottetown, Pei. We cross the bridge to get to Pei. I thought it would be a smaller bridge than what I saw, I thought it would break. Tired and restless we spent the rest of the day at our Airbnb house.

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.

Ever since I was a kid I have enjoyed fishing. Fishing relaxes my mind and allows me to get away from the stress of the real world. From the cool breeze around the lake to the fishes nibbling away at the bait, it’s all just very relaxing. There was one day where I caught more fish than I had ever caught before. The entire day had been going my way. My boss called me and gave me the day off and that alone is a good way to start your day. After getting the day off I was able to get a few extra hours of sleep. Being able to sleep in allowed me to get the some rest that I had not been able to get for a few weeks. After getting my well-deserved rest I decided to go to the pet store to get some fish bait. Fishing was not my original plan for that day but since I was able to get the day off and I didn’t have any other plans I was able to plan to do one of my favorite things.

It all started on a hot summer sitting around the dinner table, seemed like just a normal dinner that my mom made which was delicious. My dad said “ do you guys want to go fishing?” we said yes and then one of the greatest things happened. My dad told me and my brothers that we were going on a fishing trip to the greatest place for fishing I have ever heard of, Canada.

Next, I helped my grand-uncle set up the fishing poles. After we threw the fishing line into the water, we sat down and ate while waiting for the fish to eat our bait. After a while, I saw my brother’s pole moving up and down. I quickly called my grand-uncle over. When my grand-uncle pulled the line, he told us there was a large fish. We were all very excited!

October 8, 2012 my immediate family and I went fishing at Rosemary Plantation for a family day during fall break. After spending almost 8 hours in the boat and standing on the bank we packed up our belongings and went home to clean the fish we caught. Around 6 o’clock that evening my parents decided to go to Pavo and see my granny’s new puppy Toby. While my mother and I were visiting with my granny and playing with Toby my dad and brother went to the hunting property to clean up the stands.

At the end of 2008 and the beginning of 2009, it felt as though I had ten consecutive sore throat/cold illnesses. As soon as I got well from one, I’d catch another. I think one of them may have been swine flu, as that was around the time of a major epidemic. I was so run down, it seemed, that my immune system didn’t have the means to fight every new strain of the cold virus, or anything else.

For my birthday in September my parents gave me an ultimatum, I had to choose between 50 dollars, or I could go on a two week hunting trip. At that time I was a hunting fanatic and chose the hunting trip without a second thought. So a month after my birthday we flew out to Wisconsin and got ready to hunt at my Dad’s parents farm. We got there at about 4:30 p.m. and were debating on going hunting, But I was so gung-ho on hunting that I convinced my dad to take me just for a little while. I was so anxious and excited to be hunting that my hands were shaking.