Personal Narrative Fishing Recount

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

The year was 2010, I was fishing my first Bassmaster tournament on Onamia Lake. Onamia Lake was a special place the Smallmouth Bass were enormous and very abundant. It was the third and final day of the tournament, and I was in second place to Chase Polk. Chase Polk was the best angler on the series, and I was just a small hometown favorite that knew the lake. Every day in the tournament had been a spectacle of fishing never seen on Earth, which made it hard to get a lead. Polk had a 2-day weight of

My brother picked it up and held it in front of me so Jay could take a picture of it. I remember feeling so accomplished with myself, the adrenaline rush I got is something I have never experienced before in my life and I really enjoyed the feeling. I smiled, as my brother threw it back in the water. “Good job Kenz, that was amazing!” My brother said as he high fived me. “You’re right,” I began, “Maybe fishing isn’t so bad after all.” I laughed as I went over to my pole and started to re bait it and did so the rest of the night, but may I say, that shark wasn’t just the catch of the night, but the catch of my life; hooking me on

As time went on. I went from fishing in a small creek to the local lakes around my home area. My cousin had just bought a bass boat and asked me if I would like to start fishing with him. We fished every weekend, and from that point on I began to learn a lot more of what fishing had to offer, bass fishing in general. Preparation was a key aspect to get done to achieve that successful day on the water. Tackle and other equipment are a definite factor to narrow down that night before, as you will make sure all your tackle is organized and fishing line is in pristine condition. As like any other hobby in the world it can be costly. You use different lures as the seasons progress. Your winter and spring seasons, the fishing is usually a lot better

I drove my mother's car because it was large enough to fit my family in. With all of our belongings, we needed a lot of space and my car would not have done the job. The car ride there took about an hour long, so we listened to a variety of music and played the ABC game. Whenever we arrived at the creek, we immediately jumped in

Some would argue that fishing is expensive. Though true, cost is based on how much you are willing to budget. One could go spend their weekly earnings on every piece of high tech gear. Others can go to their local sporting goods store and cheaply outfit themselves with all the necessary equipment. To go the inexpensive way, all that is needed is a $30 rod and reel, $12 license (dependent on state fees), and $10 in tackle (hooks, bobbers, weights, and bait).

The excitement begins to rise as the first cast draws nearer. The motor is prepared for take-off and the key is placed in the ignition. The engine turns over and the huge motor roars. The sleek boat accelerates rapidly and speeds toward the first fishing spot of the day. In a matter of minutes, the powerful boat glides into the fishing spot. The anticipation of catching a fish becomes almost unbearable. The fishing poles are grabbed quickly out of the rod lockers, and lures are tied onto the end of the fishing line. Moments later, the sound of a lure splashing into the water can be heard from the boat. The real adventure has just begun.

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

Gabbie and I decided to tie the two ski ropes together, tie the end of one to the boat, and attach the tube to the end of the other. This way we were able to take the tube out into the waves without the fear of drifting away. Even all the out there, we could still stand, so we figured it would be fine if we let go of the tube. We would drift a little ways from it, but were always able to make it back. Suddenly, we turned around and were 20 feet from the tube, and were quickly being dragged out farther. I could still stand, so I planted my feet in the ground and tried to walk back, but the current was too strong. The sand seemed to evaporate out from underneath my feet. I was starting to panic; we were caught in the

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.

I turn on the stove and pack my gear for the challenging day ahead. I finished my breakfast and tie my shoes and spring onto my feet as I spot a shadow underneath a tree. My sunglasses drop down around my face and while approaching the bank I stare into the soul of this “shadow”. I finally realize that this “shadow” underneath this 40ft pine tree is a thick long Brown Trout lurking for a quick snack. I scramble to get my rod out and finally put a bead head woolly bugger on the end. I gently place the fly just before his nose trying not to scare it away. As the fly lands the trout bolts down stream. I anxiously follow its every move. The fish settles in another calm mysterious pool on the bank of the river about 100 yards downstream. Again, I try to secretly cast my fly into the perfect spot, but again it bolts down stream another 50 yards as I desperately try to keep my eye on the shadow in the water. As I begin to worry that this will be my last shot at this fish I change my fly to a dry fly that will rest on top of the water. The fish settles again and begins its hunt as I'm located downstream, the perfect position for my fly to drift into its line of sight. I let my line go as the fly lands a few yards in behind the shadow. As the slow current moves the fly downstream the trout begins to move. I am anxiously sweating as the Montana summer sun beats down on me. In a split second the fish thrashes

The early morning breeze and feeling of nature that surround when I’m out on the water fishing is something I’m passionate for, and makes me who I am. It’s as though life around me stops and my only focus is trying to catch a fish. It’s something I could do all day and often do, and something I love to do with my friends, family, and even on my own. Fishing has affected me as a person. It requires patience because there are times when you might have to wait hours before your first bite. Along with patience comes determination, which is important because there are thousands of different ways to catch a fish. On one day a certain technique might work but on a different day I’ll have to look through my repertoire and figure out what is working

“It has been 20 minutes and I have not caught anything!”Fred screamed. He was about to give up because he didn't think he would catch anything. But just then his rod got stuck in the water, and he could not get it out. ‘’I am going

So I started filling up bags with the bait, which is sardines and pellets covered in fish oil. Later on in the day it started getting rough on the water and he told me to go up on the engine hatch to throw pots off. The rail only when up to my knees so I was kind of scared to step up there and throw them, but it had to be done. Remembering that my grandpa told me to “Not to fear the water, be confident, but always respect it” because the weather can turn in an instant. So I grabbed the buoy then tossed it over, grabbed the fifty pound anchor and as JJ says “let it fly” so I did just that.

When you go fishing you need to fix up your pole. It does matter what kind of pole you use. If you are going fishing for something large like asian carp you'll need a pole that has about a 60lb weight limit rather than a crappie pole that has a 14-20lb weight limit. The reason im telling you this is because once you get out on the water with the wrong pole and hook a 40lb carp it'll snap your fishing pole clean