Personal Narrative Essay

It was about a 500-mile trek across the northern part of the state of Nevada from my house to where we were going to set up camp for the hunt. We had planned for two solid days of scouting the vast Jarbidge wilderness for elk. We had no guide so between me, my dad, and my uncle, lots of work was about to be done in the weekend.

In the short story, “Fish Story,” Rick Bass uses suspense and conflict to strengthen the plot. The father advised his ten year old son to keep watering the 86-pound catfish for the barbeque party later that evening. Throughout the day, many people come to see the “swollen, gasping grotesque netherworld” and “monstrosity” of a fish, including the family who caught the fish to repay their debt of $67 (Bass, 2009, pg. 1).

As soon as we were done we went to play in the freezing water, climb on some old trees that fell, and fixed up our ples to fish. We all kept getting stabbed by the sharp hooks and lures everywhere.

While other fishermen reel in boatloads of fish, the old man is lucky to feel so much as a tug on his line. He spends some time fishing with a young boy, but after months of bad luck, the boy’s parents no longer allow him to fish with the old man. It is for this reason that he decides to journey far out into the sea, aiming to catch a fish so huge it renders the other fishermen speechless. After venturing miles away from the course, the old man finally feels the pull of a large fish on his line; so large, in fact, that he does not have the strength to reel it in. However, he is determined to capture it no matter how long it takes, telling himself, “You better be fearless and confident yourself, old man” (Hemingway 84). He does his best to remain strong and optimistic throughout his time at sea. With much patience, he allows the marlin to guide his boat through the rippling waves of the ocean for days on end. When it finally tires out, he is able to kill it and reel it in, leaving an accumulation of blood in its place. Knowing this could mean trouble, he begins to head back to shore as quickly as possible, blood trailing behind him. To his dismay, despite his efforts to avoid them, the sharks sense the blood in the water and approach his boat. Each time a shark appears, he is eventually able to fight it off, but not before it can take a portion

Throughout the day we enjoyed catching countless fish with our petite, freshwater lures, yet the surrounding fishermen never modified their methods of fishing so they also could experience the same enjoyment. They patiently waited while a rod, as thick as a broomstick and as long as a car, sat in front of them, bobbing with the current. Somewhere out in the ocean was their rig, a huge, crippled baitfish swimming around in little circles, struggling, just calling for some hungry beast to engulf it. Those fishermen never caught much, but when they did it was always a monstrosity, twenty pounds or more. Word had it that just a week earlier a man had even caught a one

Fishing is a fun way for me to spend some time with my family members and just relax feeling the refreshing breeze hit my face. I enjoy going with my older brother to the lake here in Newton or Out in other towns. One time me and my brother went to a lake outside of Newton in a different town and stayed there for most of the day. We hardly caught anything but it was fun being out there with only my older brother. And the fish we did catch were all to small to take home to cook and man I wish we did catch a big one.

Fishing has been a pastime of mine since I was around five years old. My first fishing pole was a red Shakespeare Slingshot from Walmart. I caught my first fish on the Duck River, a bluegill. Fishing became one of my favorite pastimes and obsessions. My dad and I started going fishing at the Duck River in Columbia, Tennessee on the weekends. We would mainly catch catfish, carp, bluegill and sometimes perch. My grandfather and uncle taught me different ways to catch and handle fish properly, and how to appreciate the beauty of fishing and the scenic Duck River.

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.

After that I kept thinking to myself that nothing will go right this day. After we had lunch we went back to the river and at that point I was so aggravated. I did not want to fish anymore. I kept catching these little fish and that was getting really annoying. Cherokee is supposed to be one of the best places to fish in North Carolina. They only stock fish fifteen inches or more in these rivers. Somehow I just kept catching these little fish. It was about 3:30 or so when all of a sudden I hooked into a massive fish. Right when I set the hook it came out. Most fish will not bite again if that happens so honestly at that point I wanted to be done. For some odd reason something told me I should throw there again. Right at the same spot it hit again. This time I made sure to not let it get off. I never knew this would be the biggest fish I have ever caught. Also never knew it would be a six minute fight. This fish was huge compared to any other fish I have ever caught. I finally got it in the net and I knew after this terrible day still something good could happen. It was the biggest rainbow trout I have ever laid my hands on. I learned a life lesson that

The Halibut Lodge offers access to the most productive and unexploited sportfishing in Alaska. That’s what drew Harvey to the tour office two days after Thanksgiving. At 2:00 o’clock, guests would arrive to inspect the 40ft "Halibut" Passenger Boat for up to 35 passengers, but the inquisitive self-assured lawyer’s assistant had not realized his watch was one hour fast. Avoiding the elevator, Harvey climbed the zig zag stair case to the top of the boat. There, he scanned the long, high deck leading back to a rear-set cabin lined on both sides with towers, outriggers (long poles that extend fishing line away from the boat), cavernous fish lockers, aerated live wells (for live bait or live

The second day of the trip, my grand-uncle brought my brother and I to Gloucester to go fishing. Before we went to Gloucester, my grand-uncle brought us to buy food and fish bait.After we bought everything we needed, my grand-uncle drove us to Gloucester. We walked to a perfect area for us to fish.

When I went with my dad and brothers to go fly fishing on Alaska's Kenai River I expected to have a day full of nothing but fun and lots of fish. After reaching the Alaskan riverside I eagerly jumped out of the truck and bounded

Each time he caught one it was an amazing experience. Finally, some fishing luck came my way when we returned to a lake where we had luck catching muskie before. It was the last day of our vacation and it was the first week in July where the moon had a red shade to it. It was getting very dark and the time was around 9:30 p.m. when my brother and I decided to stop at a spot where we had seen a musky earlier in the week. Fishing by moonlight and boat light, we cast our lures around the area. We had not gotten more than five casts out when suddenly I saw a good sized musky swim very fast up to my lure and slowly approach. It seemed to almost stop completely as if contemplating whether or not to bite before violently striking the bait with a ton of force. I instantly set the hook after feeling the huge pull on my line, and the musky jumped straight out of the water shaking its head violently trying to get the lure out of its mouth. It did this numerous times and also made a few dives straight down to the bottom of the lake putting a lot of tension on my pole. The musky even came out of the water and did a complete 360 flip in midair. Each time the fish would surface the water I would get very nervous because whenever the fish gets airborne, it is more likely to come off the hook. I eventually got the fish to the boat and my brother easily

I sure enjoyed the boat ride out to the spectacular fishing hole. Knowing that there are so many huge fish out in the water and hoping it is like all the stories I have heard. The ice cold water splashing against the hull of the boat, sending a shiver through my entire body. The fishing poles ready for action sitting in the rod lockers bouncing with anticipation much like I was. The boat is a brand new Lund with a 115 horse motor busting through the white caps. Cutting through the

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.