Personal Narrative: The Joys Of Fishing And Hunting

This is a paper about the book Finding Fish: A Memoir, which was written by Antwone Fisher. By necessity given the nature of the book, the main character will be examined at length. Through careful examination of the main character a deeper understanding of the book can be reached. After the examination, a number of theoretical perspectives will be applied to the main character, as well as an explanation of how these perspectives can be used to evaluate Antwone in order to understand him better. The perspectives that will be used will be the strengths, systems, conflict, humanistic, and psychodynamic perspectives. Following the connection of the perspectives to Antwone, an explanation of why social workers use theories and

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

The most exhilarating thing that I have ever experienced was last winter when I shot my first deer. To some, this may seem like a simple task. Deer hunting takes a lot of time and patience. Although, it can get boring and aggravating, it can be a great experience if one takes these three steps. The first thing I did to shoot my first deer was find a good location to hunt at. Luckily, my boyfriend has land in Cheraw, South Carolina that I had access to. One must prepare for a good spot to hunt during the preseason. A person can hunt all they want, but if they are not in a good hunting spot, they will never shoot a big buck. One thing to keep in mind is that not every spot will have deer in it every hunt. One must be consistent and wait for the

The first time I went fishing was with my dad.We were fishing at a campsite out in the middle of nowhere.On the way to the lake we saw a little baby fox running through the woods.My dad told me a story about when

The first day of hunting season last year was around september 24 of 2015 .The day before my dad and me went to go put more corn out for deer after that we went target practicing.I was about 30 yards away from the fake deer target and i hit it right in the heart i was so excited.I happened to look over at the field that was next to us there was 3 doe’s and 1 buck i was like “Dangggg”..

I'm staring down the barrel of my savage 243. In my sights is a beautiful buck. He's relaxed slowly grazing at the alfalfa in the field. My heart is racing, adrenaline rushing through me. As I slow down my breath and prepare to take the shot I start to think. If I do this, if I take this shot, I will now be a hunter. I will have taken the life of another animal in order to able to feed myself and my family. I take one last breath brace for the kick of my gun and put my finger on the

was reminded week after week was to be patient and keep trying and the outcome is

I love it. The hiking across large open lands. The excitement when I find the perfect target. The rush of pulling the trigger. The success to walk up to my prize. I love hunting. Many people think hunting is a sport for boys only, but I don’t. Hunting is a super fun way to spend quality time with my dad, and it’s one of the things that makes me special. I love telling my stories of my trips.

Getting ready for the big day, it was a cool summer morning, the water was like glass, mist on the water. My dad, me, and my friend launched the boat in the water ready for the state Bass Fishing Tournament, we had never been so pumped in our lives. Three!!! Yelled the director, we take off to our first spot of the morning, a spot we had done good in practice the day before. The first spot was a bust but we bounce back and get to our second spot. I throw my chartreuse spinnerbait next to some reeds in the water and next thing i know i'm hooked up!!! I yell “Matt get the net” He scoops the fish into the net and that's our first keeper of the day. Next cast I hook up with another Largemouth bass that weighed about 2lbs. I continue on the trolley

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Shortly after, I found out the opposite. When in the 5th grade, I would often bike across my neighborhood to a public park with a small pond in it. I went fishing in it with my friend, David, or sometimes even my little sister. While practicing a catch-and-release style of fishing regularly, I decided to bring a fish home one day.

We were carrying the coolers down to the boat for our fishing trip. Once we were onto the pontoon my dad backed the boat out of the dock and we turned down stream. Off to go fishing on Lake Delhi; I spotted a huge rock that had people jumping off into the water. Then and there I wanted to try it. I am not sure why but I like to do things that get your adrenaline going. My dad says i’m an adrenaline junky. We stopped for a second so we could see them jump off the top. When they were at the top they looked so tiny and after they jumped it seemed like they jumped out of a plane since it took them so long to get to the water.

We catch tiny cutthroat and rainbow trout but they're a lot of work for the meat they provide. We won't be eating like the kings I'd imagined. I was really looking forward to showing off some of those Kamloops and repeating Frank's cool lie. "Worms."

Snap! The branch broke under my foot as my Dad and I were walking on the bank of the stream. It was a early summer morning and me and my Dad were checking out a stream to see if any fish lie in its depths. We did not bring our fishing poles because we did not know the stream existed. Luckily we had some kite string and some sharp size 4 silver hooks. So I decided to grab a long sturdy stick and tie the kite string to it to create a makeshift fishing pole. I tied the hook to the kite string and put a weight on it. But then we realized we had no bait! So my Dad ventured off into the dense forest in search of some bait that the fish might find tasty.

It was a warm summer day when I was 7 years old and I was going fishing with my dad. So we grabbed our poles and the tackle box. When we got down to the pond and I picked out the “perfect” spot. It was under a shade tree and there was also a bench to put our tackle box and to sitt.So we casted our poles.... and Nothing we tried everything crankbait,jerkbait,and still nothing.so then i went back to the old fashion worm.

Adam was climbing over Mom and sitting in Dad’s lap before Dad could ask again. It turned out,(after much reeling), it was only a small perch. It was thrown back into the water, but only after Adam gave it “kisses”.