Essay Personal Narrative- My Discovery While Fishing with Dad

Trying to take my fish off the line The rod could’ve left a blazing line of fire on my arm as it was trying to run away. My vigorous hands held the metal in place, I steadily rotated the reel until the monstrosity was almost in my perspective. “Get the trap ready!”

Then everyone got quiet as they got close and could see the tears running down my face. Soon, Nick was helping me in the boat.

When setting up the fishing pole there will be a reel with fishing line wrapped up. Unhook the line from the line clip, unwind the line and start pulling it through the guides along the pole. Start from the bottom, which will have the biggest guide and make

I quickly walked back to my mom and asked her if we could go back to the ship and she

We fell into silence, rhythmically taking turns tossing the wood over. After a few minutes, the back of his truck was empty and he gave me a nod as he got down.

I took hold of it, allowing him to pull me up. My back was sore at this point.

arm pit and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” I

I'm on my way to your house right now." He says. I nodded and hopped in his car. He shifted the car and drive and started down the road.

She read the next part which is Cat the Cat, who is that? She continued and said, “It’s Duck the Duck! After those lines, she asked his mom again for the next line and said, “What is he saying?” Her mom said, “ A pleasure as always” and she repeated what her mom said. Then, she read the same line of the title and the fish as she said, “Hey Dude!” She was like laughing as she mentioned the line of the fish. Her mom did laugh at her at the same time. She continued reading Cat the Cat likes her friends and she replied, “sure do” in a high pitch tone. Then, she asked her mom to read this part and her mom stated “Cat the Cat who is that?” and she asked her mom one more time like she was saying, “What is this ?” and her mom said, “Ehhh.” She asked her mom to read this again and her mom said “I have..” As her mom stopped to I have, she

what he thought best, stood and gave the biggest friendliest wave imaginable moving his arm side to side and smiling as large as possible saying “Hello”, “Hello can I visit?” “Is it okay if I use your dock? Hello, Hello”.

The red drum fishing contest was just under way, and fishermen from miles around gathered on the beaches of Avon, looking for that prize winning catch. It's ironic, Morgan Menlock hated fishing, and yet, here he was, dangling from the hook of Skip Baldridge's new surf-fishing rod, complete with Momoi Diamond monofilament 130-pound line. Skip chuckled to himself that the ad was correct…the line was 200% tougher than tested strengths, because Morgan was not a small man. It had taken considerable effort to reel in this catch, and as the body reached the surface, Skip couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. The prize money wouldn’t solve all Skip's problems, but every bit helped.

I nodded at him and gingerly strutted to the scorer’s table to check back in the game.

“Fine!” I responded. My footsteps trudged to the darkness of the garage. Unfortunately, the garage held only our battered car, so I ran outside to look for the board.

I walked to the car, opened the door, and while sitting next to him, I asked in a casual tone of voice, if everything was all right. He folded carefully his old rag, and nodded.

I acknowledged him and jumped into my clothes. I made my way to the captain’s deck,