Personal Narrative Essay: Salmon Fishing

One humid summer night, when I was five years old, I was surfboarding on a kick board in my grandma's cozy bathtub. The tepid water was about halfway full and everything was going fine because I was holding on to the white squared ledge in the bathtub so I would wouldn't slip. Then I screamed to my Dad, "Look, look, I'm surfing, I'm surfing!"

Sport fishing offers some of the most thrilling and exciting water sport adventures. If you want to gain the maximum out of a sport trip, what you need to do is hire an expert fishing charter. These charters give you an excellent opportunity to enjoy your activity in the most exciting of sport waters and with the right kind of guide, you can be sure of catching the best fish.

After the bird cage we went to the animal farm and i seen this little pig and there was a every big rabbit and my cousin got knocked down by the little pig. And my other vacation when i went to hot spring and went on the water rides and roller coaster on one ride i was crazy for riding it and it was like a ever big, big swing seat, my brother jimmy and his freind ,me was riding it and i think i pass out while we was in the air and when we came back down i pass out again and i wanted to throw

Last summer before school started my sister and I were told that we were going on a trip to Ute Lake in New Mexico. We had never been to New Mexico before, so we were super excited. We were told that we were taking my dad's cousin's jet ski with us. My sister and I could not wait to go to New Mexico.

From Adams River to Vancouver Island’s Goldstream Park, there are countless rivers, parks and public places to view the eternal cycle of spawning. Closer to home, in the heart of Stanley Park, sits a unique demonstration stream, winding its way from the Vancouver Aquarium to Coal Harbour. Easily missed, yet well worth a visit, the BC Hydro Salmon Stream Project features a self-guided walking tour and presents an incredible opportunity to learn more about a natural salmon stream, healthy habitat and the salmon life cycle. Like the battle-weary salmon, the interpretive signage is slightly battered, bruised and weather-beaten. However, the salmon stewardship message is clear.

Hugh Prather writes, “Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.” In many ways others have caused me to look at life differently. In addition to people, sports and the outdoors have made me who I am and have guided me to making choices for my future. Both baseball and basketball have taught me discipline, fishing has taught me patience and that I need to enjoy the little things, and most importantly, my step-dad has developed a model of the kind of father I want to be someday. Baseball is probably my strongest area in life.

Fishing is an activity I have enjoyed doing ever since I was a little kid. In fact, one of my first fishing voyages was with my grandpa when I was about eight years old. He was an avid fisherman who went fishing almost every day and knew everything there was to know about fishing. Grandpa got me hooked on fishing. After Grandpa died, my dad picked up where Grandpa left off. We had a pontoon, and Dad took my brothers and me fishing whenever we had the chance. To this day, I still love fishing just as much as I had on my first fishing trip with my grandpa. Many people enjoy hobbies that are relaxing and peaceful, and others prefer exhilarating activities that never have a dull moment. I enjoy fishing because it has some of both.

We were the only people who were on the water it seemed, they were all smarter than us. By the time we drove the boat to the spot that we wanted to go the clouds had gotten even heavier and the wind had picked up another fifty mph it seemed like. We got our poles baited up and put in the water for probably ten minutes and felt drop, drop, drop. It had started

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.

When the line hit the water, almost instantly my bobber had disappeared under the water. This was it, I lowered my pole as I reeled up the slack in my line. I kept thinking "Just catch this one and you'll feel better about all this." With a sudden jerk and some quick reels on the old rod the line went slack. I had missed the fish. What could of been the only bite of the day, I had messed up. Feeling quite ill after the miss, I reeled up my line and baited my hook and casted it back into the water.

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.

night at my grandpas house at the lake. My grandpa, my brother and I started hitching up the boat to the truck and went off to the lake. When we got to the lake every inch of my body was filled with excitement because I haven't been fishing for a long time. The lake looked amazing, when I looked down at the water it was just like looking in a mirror. We were probably out there for fifteen minutes and then my brother got on a roll and started getting fish after fish. And then my grandpa was getting one and he said it was going to be a big one. When it comes and I thought it was

It was last summer around July when my family and I woke up around 7:00 A.M to drive to Mackinaw Island. Preparing for this trip was extremely hectic because we had to pack all of our clothes and food that we wanted for the car ride. We were all in the car around 7:45 with all of our things packed. We locked all the doors up and turn all the lights off. The drive took us about 4 hours to get to St. Ignace. My sisters and I watched a movie during the car ride, read and did homework so that we were occupied during the long car ride. My favorite part when we were driving was probably when we went across the Mackinaw Bridge because, it felt like our car was driving on the bright blue lake which was cool. My mom was frightened to look out the window

Years later, for my eighteenth birthday, my parents got me an annual pass to the U.S. National Whitewater Center, which was about half an hour from our house in Charlotte, NC. I practically fell in love with whitewater rafting and stand-up paddleboarding. During that summer, I spent several days every week

It was a Sunday, I finally had off, so I decided to take the 1.5 hour drive to my hometown of Poughkeepsie, NY for an afternoon/evening of pure relaxation and contemplation. I went to a place we use to go to when I was in high school that overlooks the Hudson River with an unbelievable view of the Mid-Hudson Bridge, it seems so close that all I would have to have done was take a step and I was on it. This place is called Kaal Rock, and also has a ground level to it that I spent the first half of the day on.