Personal Narrative-Fishing Spot

When I is was younger I used to go to the beach with my grandfather to crab fish. Crab Fishing had always been my grandfather's specialty and he was ready to pass that on to me. My first day out on the water I could not crab fish for I was scared of anything that lurked under the rocks. The next day, my grandfather told me that I was to catch at least one crab by the end of the day. So I went on and waited until the last minute to lift up a rock and hunt whatever was under. I was not ready to defy my grandfather's crab fishing religion and so I took my chances and lifted the ponderous rock my minescule muscle could handle. I as watched the grey murky water clear out I saw the brobdingnagian monster crab and snathced him as swiftly as possible.

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

“Salmon Creek beach, it was a sunny and lovely long weekend in this paradise located in California, Butch Connor parked his car, grabbed his board and came into the sand facing the sea and ready to challenge the waves, he is an expert surfer.

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.

I was getting board so first i went out side to see if it was a good day to go 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.

My sister and I have always been very adventurous and outdoors oriented. Surrounded by a large quantity of land, we had limitless opportunities to play games and have escapades. One of my favorite memories however, was making a secret clubhouse by a stream running along our yard. Although we did have a swingset and tons of toys, that was our prefered place to spend time.

Kennady Peters and I have been best friends ever since the age of two when we were in the same pre-school class. During our sophomore year of high school, we were inseparable. There were times where Kennady would stays for days at a time at my house. We would play video games, watch movies, or just talk and hang out.

It was a fun trip we went we did a lot of things. We also went to a 127-year-old brewery on the trip. Then last weekend we went camping at my grandma’s and grandpa’s house. I caught the same bass 3 times in two days in a row. The 3rd time it took my hook for the last time. Now I want the fish dead so I can eat it. It was a largemouth bass I

One nice day last summer my father and I decided to go fishing. We left early in the morning, crossing over Niagara River on the ferry.

I will never forget the first time I went fishing, and how I instantly fell in love with it. The first fish I ever caught was in a local pond, it being a 5 pound catfish. I was four years old when I did this, and it seemed surreal to me that I could catch a fish like that. 10 years later, my family and I have competitions to see who can catch the most massive fish. My mom currently holds that record, with a rainbow trout weighing in at a whopping 22 pound 14 ounces. A typical rainbow trout would normally weigh anywhere from 1 to 4 pounds. She was so proud of that accomplishment that she had an exact replica made, and it is now mounted on her wall. I never seem to tire of fishing, as it is an activity that I never say no to doing. Watching the

I sat at the table enjoying my banana that quiet morning when my dad’s voice pierced through the stillness.

Illusory superiority. That is what it is called when we think that we are better than someone else. It happens to us all at one point or another. We see someone in the street, in class, or at practice, and we stick up our noses. “I am so much better than them” you think to yourself as they go about their business. Maybe it is because of the way they look, or act, or maybe it is just because you think they do not meet your standards in some way. I am guilty of this as well. My experience happened at a fly fishing competition just a few weeks ago, but I was quickly shown that what I thought was totally wrong.

The first time i went to Lagoon i was scared to go on the colossus and i did not want to ride it again. But i did do it at the end of the day so then it was my favorite ride until we went again that same month. This time the first ride my dad wanted to ride was the Cannibal and i was really scared to go on this ride. When we got in the line for the ride you could see the really big loop and that made me really nervous and i wanted to leave the line.

At the end of 2008 and the beginning of 2009, it felt as though I had ten consecutive sore throat/cold illnesses. As soon as I got well from one, I’d catch another. I think one of them may have been swine flu, as that was around the time of a major epidemic. I was so run down, it seemed, that my immune system didn’t have the means to fight every new strain of the cold virus, or anything else.