Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of Fishing

Maddie Sims The Fishing Trip “C’mon, Maddie! I’ll show you where to go and I’ll buy everything we need. Just please come with me!” My cousin needs a fishing partner but I am not too keen on the idea.

Introduction 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

It was about three years ago that my family and I had decided to listen to my sister and plan this trip to a lake. We could not resist sitting on our living room sofas and letting the humid air slap us right across the face. So Friday night we

So here's how it all started I was on a boat going to go hunt for game. Until the captain pointed out ship trap island in the distance. I heard 3 gun shots and ran to the rail to see what happened I dropped my pipe and tried to catch it but instead i plunged into the water. I swam with all my might to get to shore because the the water was freezing cold so i swam towards the shots because it meant shelter in my head then i fell asleep.I woke up and went to find some food I saw the remains of a dead animal and a rifle cartridge and some foot prints.

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.

The first time I went fishing. 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

Whoosh!!! With a splash the colossal fish crashed back down into the churning dark waters. I could clearly see my small blue bait and where it's sticky sharp treble hooks had deeply imbedded in the magnificent bass's thick jaws. It was as if a submarine was attached to the end

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.

Best day ever I love to fish so when ever i get a chance so one day I was in the house and

Fishing I t was my first day on the job as a coast guard. My experience that day is one that I would never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was going on a mission to save a girl trapped on a boat next to a bridge.

After we got back from the muskie trip we all went and all the cabins at the lodge had a big fish fry. Everyone had a chance to tell stories and my dad showed his video. We had so much fun hearing about the big catches of other people and eat delicious fish. Every story was just

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.

Fishing The wind is beating on my face as I grip ferociously on the rope ladder. Looking down below I see blue waters getting farther away little by little. The frigid air has turned my skin purple and numb, while snowflakes falter my vision. And then it happens. I feel a tremendous scraping and clawing at my leg. As I adjust my eyes downward I see a large gray figure. My heartbeat comes to a screeching halt and I see red everywhere. Red on my leg, red falling downward in the sky, red in the water. All the while I am still attached to the ladder with the force left in my forearms. “HELP! PLEASE HURRY! PLEASE HURRY I NEED INSIDE!” I am yelling and crying at the workers above to pull me in. The pain is excruciating and my mind is spinning.

When we got to the pond, we noticed a monster sized fish in the water. I made a goal for myself that day. I said, “I am going to catch that fish even if I have to stay here all day!” We tried many different baits and lures to get that fish. As the day went on, we caught many small fish but not the monster fish we so badly wanted. After the clock hit 5:00 o clock we thought that we would never catch that

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.