Personal Narrative Essay

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

We over around the lake a lot because how we weren't really hardly getting any bites on our fishing pools. And I had only gotten one bite and when I pulled it in the fish was only a little bit bigger than an orange. But it was

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.

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.

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

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).

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

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

The muskellunge is considered to be one of the most elusive freshwater fish in North America. The musky, considered the fish of 10,000 casts, takes a lot of patience, perseverance, and skill in order to catch. Fisherman have been known to spend their entire lives trying to nab one of these freshwater predators, and many times their efforts prove unsuccessful. Up until this past summer, I was part of this majority of fisherman who are trying to catch one of these great fish. However, I was not aware that after catching this musky, it would spoil my fishing experience for the rest of my life.

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.

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

Those who are young with energy and risk takers, revel in a hearty chase. This so happens to occur in human nature, something unreachable seemingly captivate our attention, and in turn shadows us even more to grab at it. I know what we saw in each other in those numbered days. A sudden exhilaration for the opposite, with each passing day, we grew more intrigued by each other's mere presence and actions. Fishing was a trigger of our emotions, a connection surpassing physical attention, or mental attention. It was a unification of two souls borne from one

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