Tale Of Two Essay : A Tale Of Two

I caught my first largemouth bass here when I was just a little guy. I also caught my first sunfish here when I was young. In the summertime when we go down, my brothers and I take my grandpa's boat out on Hungry Lake. My grandparents live only like four miles away from the lake. So I hook up the boat to the four wheeler and I drive the four wheeler while my brothers drive my grandpa’s pickup. When we get the boat in we start up the trolling motor and go around the lake with that. We catch big fish every summer like big bass and northern pike. The people that usually go along is just my brothers and I. My boy cousin comes along sometimes when there is no football, hockey, or basketball game on. My grandma and grandpa come along fishing every once in awhile too. But that is only when Grandma is not cooking or my grandpa is not building something. My grandma mostly comes along only when we take the boat out. That is because she likes boat fishing more than land fishing. When we do take the boat out though my grandpa does not like water that much so he throws on a life jacket. In the winter time we always go fishing to Cotton Lake. We stay the night out there on the lake in a big ice house, so we are fishing almost twenty-four seven. A couple years ago pretty much all we caught that winter was a lot of baby northern pike. One winter one of our ice fishing poles almost went

While other fishermen reel in boatloads of fish, the old man is lucky to feel so much as a tug on his line. He spends some time fishing with a young boy, but after months of bad luck, the boy’s parents no longer allow him to fish with the old man. It is for this reason that he decides to journey far out into the sea, aiming to catch a fish so huge it renders the other fishermen speechless. After venturing miles away from the course, the old man finally feels the pull of a large fish on his line; so large, in fact, that he does not have the strength to reel it in. However, he is determined to capture it no matter how long it takes, telling himself, “You better be fearless and confident yourself, old man” (Hemingway 84). He does his best to remain strong and optimistic throughout his time at sea. With much patience, he allows the marlin to guide his boat through the rippling waves of the ocean for days on end. When it finally tires out, he is able to kill it and reel it in, leaving an accumulation of blood in its place. Knowing this could mean trouble, he begins to head back to shore as quickly as possible, blood trailing behind him. To his dismay, despite his efforts to avoid them, the sharks sense the blood in the water and approach his boat. Each time a shark appears, he is eventually able to fight it off, but not before it can take a portion

Dear Mom/Dad I'm happy with almost everything you have done for me, but…… there's one more big thing that i've wanted to do but I left it out, are you ready well here it is TAKE ME FISHING!!!

The hot rays of sunshine were starting to burn my skin on that blistering hot day of august. I was on vacation at my grandparents' house in Petoskey, Michigan. It was around the year of 2011 which seems like a long time ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Since it was the hottest day of the summer my grandpa and I decided to go fishing since it is a very relaxing activity to do on a hot day which can sometimes be quite chaotic. This somewhat calm and relaxing recreational activity turned into something a little different. All I can say is that I will only try to catch fish instead of other creatures living in the water.

Right when I arrived at the lake, a storm came and the lightning became too dangerous. This ended the night early, without even getting a bite. "There will always be another day" I told myself, as we headed back to the truck. A call from my grandpa one afternoon, led to the news that there were Channel Catfish stacked on a rock pile in the local area, which was definitely good news to

Ralph continued to sit, determined to catch a fish, readjusting the rod every couple minutes. The slimy worms he dug up from the thick mud kept on getting lost and bitten off in the murky water. Ralph was starting to get sore from sitting, bored, and just couldn’t find the right grip on the rod.

Dad- wow what a great fish let me get my phone to take a picture

This fishing rod has helped me catch plenty of fish in my life but I had no idea that I was about to be able to catch as many fish as I did. I packed the fishing rod into my truck and went down to the lake. Once I got to the lake I unpacked and got set up for fishing. I got my rod and my worms and began to try to catch a few fish. I had no idea that I was about to catch a lot of fish on this particular day. After about 15 minutes I felt a tug on the rod. I pulled up a nice size fish. This was by far the quickest that I had ever caught a fish. I placed the fish in the bucket. I didn’t expect to catch another fish for the rest of my time out there but what happened next surprised me. About 30 minutes later I caught another fish. This one was even bigger than the last one that I had

65 degrees outside, with slight wind, and rain surely on the way, I casted my line off of my grandparents dock waiting for something to bite. Three days had passed by and I still had nothing to show for. I was getting slightly discouraged, after all it is pretty tough to keep a four year old boy entertained by sitting on a bench for hours. I wanted to go inside and give up, but Grandpa told me to stick with it. The rain started to come, but he and I sat in our fishing hats with jackets to keep us warm. I remember he said that good things happen to those who wait, and I listened to him. Not even 5 casts later, I felt a tug on my line and saw my bobber start flopping all around. Quickly reeling in my line, I could start to see the fish come up

I am a competitive fisherman. I possess a skill very few people have. I have been fishing with my dad for as long as I can remember. When I was just a little kid we would go to little ponds and fish from the bank, or we would take his Skeeter bass boat out on big lakes, such as Oneida Lake in NY. A few years back my dad bought a little tin boat to take out on smaller lakes. Over the years we transformed the little tin boat into a make shift bass boat. We installed a full front deck, front mounted trolling motor, and operating live wells. This past year my dad let me use the boat whenever I had time. I took full advantage of this opportunity. Every chance I had I would be on a lake whether it was raining, snowing, or ninety degrees out, as long

We got out on the water at 6:30 A.M. and didn’t have any luck the whole day, so we decided to go in to get a bite to eat. When we finished eating we went straight back out to see if we could catch anything for the day. After about an hour, we still didn’t catch anything, and as we started to contemplate about calling it a day; we saw a tremendous amount of disturbance on the other side of the lake. Therefore, I turned the trolling motor to full speed, and sped off in that direction, as we approached the commotion we realized that it was largemouth bass chasing at baitfish called, shad. I steered the boat into the middle of it all, so Jake casted out and as soon as his bait contacted the water instantly, a bass struck his bait, and after that first catch the fun escalated. After 45 minutes we had caught a total of forty seven bass.

We got more bites, 7 to be exact. We only got 6 catfish out of those 7 bites, because one of them was a snapping turtle. Then for the biggest second “WAM”! came from one of the poles I thought to myself for a second “holy crap” that's going to be a huge catfish. So I handed the pole to my dad for one I couldn’t reel it in and two I would have dropped the pole in the water so it’s better with my dad.

A hour or two later we kept strolling down Dierks Lake and started bass fishing. We were throwing out our six pound test line and it just

My heart was pounding. I had been repeating the same motion for what seemed like hours. Guide the line, flip the line, roll the line, and repeat. My hands were shaky from holding the rod to tightly when I felt something yank the line. I held my breath in anticipation, as I waited to set the hook in the fish’s mouth. When I pulled back, the rod lurched forward with fish’s struggle to free itself from my hook. I steadied my legs that had been standing in the numbing river for hours, preparing for the fight to come. My reel started to whine as the fish swam, forcefully taking my line. I grabbed the reel stopping the fish and the noise, and began pulling the fish back. My adrenaline was pumping while I slowly reclaimed the line the fish took.

I have always had a strong passion for fishing. Last summer I would often wake up at the crack of dawn to go fishing. The thrill of catching a big fish is very exciting and will put you in a good mood for the rest of the day. On the other hand, waking up early in the morning and coming back empty handed will ruin your day. Fishing will also tire someone out very quickly. Fishing requires you to be constantly moving your arms back and forth, causing aches and pains for the following days. But like I said earlier, It is all worth it when you catch that fish of a lifetime. My whole experience of fishing changed on the morning of March 20, 2016. We were catching so many fish that morning that it was unbelievable. I then felt a tug on my line that was different than anything I had felt before. I set the hook on the monster fish and realized I was in for a fight. After a minute or so of