Personal Narrative: My Fishing Trip To Hackberry, Louisiana

Could you ever imagine driving twenty-two hours in a suburban with eight people? Although it was incredibly cramped, and tortuous, I was going to my favorite place… Florida. We were going with our neighbors, who I grew up with, traveled with, and basically did everything with. Our moms had decided to do a last minute trip to Florida and planned everything out the night before. We always did vacations on spring break, but this vacation my mom told me by surprise, at seven A.M.

So we set off to the campsite only a 10-15 minute drive from Ben nevis for the weekend. It was a beautiful campsite with extraordinary views and lovely people. I was very anxious, but my dad made sure to reassure me that I could achieve anything and take as many stops as I needed. I didn’t sleep well that night too many thoughts

When the word “vacation” is mentioned, everyone instantly thinks of a great time. There are no classes, no work, no chores, and most importantly, no worries. However, this isn’t always the case, especially with my family. We decided to set out on an adventure to Virginia Beach this past April. The events that took place were benign but, the trip itself was a little bit of a struggle due to the chain of unpredictable events.

Three years ago, on an early, hot July morning, it was time to begin our trip to Tallahassee and Perdido Key Florida. My parents were buzzing around the entire house to try to finish up the packing, and the last final details such as food, money, and all those things that adults have to worry about before a big trip. My brother, Zach, and I were sitting in my muggy living room with all of our bags watching Spongebob, trying to comprehend how we are possibly going make it through a 16 hour car ride. My parents aren’t too keen on flying, well, actually my mom isn’t too keen on flying. My parents rented a car for us to use on the trip, because my mom didn’t want to add anymore miles on our ten year old van. Basically my parents could not trust

This year, during Spring break my family and I ventured to California, the land of Starbucks and In-N-Out Burger. Our trip started out at Sea World, and my younger brother insisted we go to the Shark Encounter exhibit. Once we arrived my parents let my brother

A Lot of people go out on the lake every year to go salmon fishing,I am one of them.I go out salmon fishing every year with my grandfather and brothers.I am an avid angler and fish whenever I get the chance.what happened this day was something I had never expected to happen.

The path leading back towards the campground was very narrow and very, very rocky. So much so that we were forced to park the cars in a small clearing and proceed on foot, about a mile down this path, to reach the campground. I quietly dreaded the idea of lugging all of our gear and supplies down this derelict mountain trail, but I did not voice my displeasure as this trip was something I had been looking forward to for a significant period of time now. As I hoisted my backpack onto my back and slung my large duffle bag over one shoulder, I thought of the hour I spent packing the day before, and secretly admonished myself for including those 2 extra flashlights, 5 extra pairs of socks, and 6 bottles of Gatorade in my list of "absolutely essential items" for the trip. I wished that I could just remove them from my bag and leave them in the trunk of the car, but as my father surely would have pointed out "it's better to have and not need, than to need and not have". God bless the old

About three months ago me, Noah Starnes, and Tyler Deals dad planned a surprise fishing trip to Cherokee North Carolina. We was planning it for Tyler Deals 18th birthday. Nothing was going right that day. When we stopped to get breakfast McDonalds messed my order up and it was too late to turn around. I wasn’t mad about it but it kinda just sucks when they mess it up. I just let it go but when we started fishing I felt a hole in my waders. The hole was not big but it was extremely cold on my left foot. I caught a few fish but I kept breaking fish off, missed a huge fish, broke my euro nymph line off. Just seemed like nothing was going right. We decided after 4 hours we was going to go to rivers edge outfitters. Rivers edge is my favorite fly

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.

During the relaxed summer of 2010 my family and I passed through the entrance of the campgrounds, and the moment night dawned upon us prompted the most scarring experience of my life. In our small car, my irritable older stepbrother, my over excited mom, and my exhausted stepdad finally had arrived to our destination, Lake Tahoe, after and excruciating seven hour driving starting from Southern California. After many times of me annoyingly inquiring, “Are we there yet?” and subjecting myself to the wrath and dismissiveness of my family, my ten-year old self was elated that we finally reached our destination. Once we parked at our campsite, my family hastily got out of our tightly packed, dirty 2004 BMW 3 Series, and all spread out among the site. The crisp, evening air was complemented by the crunching of the gravel and

Everyone woke up, but quickly forced themselves to go back to bed because we knew we had to get our rest for the next big day. When we woke up the next morning at about 7:30 A.M., we were even more tired and sore than the previous day. Did I really want to go on? I could not feel my body and was beyond exhausted. No one could not feel their arms and upper-body, and Ashleigh was very sick. We complained that we did not want to finish the trip and we did not want to canoe anymore, but the adults said that was the only way we could get home. Therefore, we had to pack all the belongings in the canoes. We proceeded to the second half of the trip, which started off much better than the first because, finally, it stopped raining and the weather was very sunny. During the next 12.5 miles, although Amanda and I were far behind the other canoes, we sang, created our own songs, splashed each other with the paddles, swam, and spoke of the many new memories we were making now as well as the memories we have shared from the past. We saw many fish and turtles in the water, and also saw a couple snakes. We met some other people who were canoeing and spent a couple miles side-by-side with them, exchanging many stories. During all this time, I was realizing that in order to make the trip go fast and to have the most fun, I must stop complaining and focus on being positive. I had to stop overthinking the amount of canoeing we had left and had to focus on the memories, and the person I was making the memories with. We got out of the canoes every now and then to swim, and every couple miles, we would catch up to the other two canoes. We would share a snack or eat lunch before we kept going. The time had passed very quickly this day, and as soon as a we knew it, we rounded a corner to find a bridge that marks the last mile of the

Two oceanographers and I were mapping out the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean in our vessel, The Mississippi Coast. We had been at the voyage for over two years and were slowly making progress as the grant money allowed us to proceed. The process requires we take a submarine to the bottom of the ocean and trace it on a map. Little did we know we were on the verge of the greatest discovery since the Titanic was raised from its grave.

We all walk up to the entrance of the big white tent. We go in. There isn’t really that much to look at, unless you consider three trailers a lot. We walk right past them. We go outside again. Compared to the air conditioning of the tent, outside it feels like a hundred degrees. I take a look around. Wow. Trailers and RVs as far as the eye can see. My dad goes to get one of those dudes that help you look around. Then he comes back. He tells us his name, (Which I totally don’t care about, because I forgot it in a second,) and takes us to our first trailer.

I sat on the hard wood floor, legs criss cross, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. The rest of the campers were gathered around in the main living room sitting in a circle. Some sat on the floor like me, while others resided on the leather couches. Tissue boxes were sitting in various places around the room, waiting to be used. Not a single camper was saying anything to each other yet. The silence and seriousness made me afraid. Every single camper had experienced this before… except me.

Fear struck my heart when I heard these words from my best friend in the sixth grade. It felt as if my chest were pierced by an arrow Surely, I remembered how awful it was the first time, but what is stopping me now? With hesitation, I told my parents I wanted to go to summer camp. When they asked if I was sure, I replied “I’m positive”, even though I didn’t truly believe my myself. They agreed to let me have a second try, and I rode the bus for six hours from Houston to Arkansas. Many thoughts bounced around in my head on that bus ride and I was having some regrets, but when the bus arrived I felt comfortable, I was overwhelmed with euphoria. “Dear mom and dad, camp is unreal and the waterfront is