“Beep Beep Beep, Beep Beep Beep,” I hear my alarm clock chime. I reach over and turn it off. Five in the morning, too early for me. I grab my phone and it’s light blinds me as I turn it on. In my groggy state I slowly make my way out of bed to eat breakfast. I see my dad cooking he gives me a smile and I smile back. The steamy eggs, too hot to eat, on my plate as I reach out and stretch. I hear the excitement of my dad's voice but can’t make any of the words out, as I try keeping myself awake. He explains his plans for our trip. I slowly eat as he grabs our bags and heads out to the car. I finish eating, I am ready to go. I slide my feet into my shoes grab the last of our fishing poles and we are ready to head out. “I’m glad you said you …show more content…
After unpacking our bags and grabbing a bite to eat we head out. We get to our fishing spot a small concrete pier with a boat launch near where my dad had grown up. He tells me stories of what this place looked like when he was a child. As I open the door a cool beach breese comes along bringing the smell of salt along with it. We grab all of our fishing equipment our rods, tackle boxes, chairs, and coolers. As we walk I hear the seagulls squawk, the waves crash, and the people chattering. I see old men fishing standing along the docks. Their shirts off, big sunburnt …show more content…
Staring out the window I look and the fluffy white clouds in the blue sky. I sit there thinking about what went wrong, was there something I could have done better? As I sat and thought I began to remember more than just the fish. I thought about the time I spent with my dad just us hanging out together talking. Something we would think we do everyday but it was more than just the normal “how’s school” or “what’s up.” We talked about anything and everything, we made jokes, what was really going on. What felt like a blown fishing trip I began to see how much we had bonded. “You know what? I had a fun time fishing with you.” I told my dad. He looked over to me looking surprised. “Even though we didn’t catch anything I enjoyed sitting around in the sun talking.” “I did too,” he says with a big smile on his face. “Next time we will do better, it’s always a little more fun catching instead of just fishing.” The rest of the caride we sit talking more than we had ever before. We had a new understanding for each other, even a better appreciation for eachothers
SHALLOW CRANKIN’ FALL CRAPPIE Crappie fishing; to most, bring visions of cool spring mornings with fog lingering over the surface of the lake and burning off shortly after rigging a bobber and a minnow to cast to a brush pile and wait for the Crappie to find your bait. Classic Crappie fishing to be sure and very effective to say the least, as many of you, like myself, grew up fishing this way almost exclusively. In recent years I have come to enjoy a new way, for me at least of chasing crappies. Crankbaits!
The fishing trip is a special occasion
In two weeks my Dad, my brother Zach, and I were heading to Canada to go fishing in a remote cabin on an island. The lake was called Lake Wabatongushi, a 22 mile long lake in the middle of Ontario, Canada. We had scheduled this trip months in advance and were just now shopping to get all the lures, rods, and gear we needed. “Can I buy it Dad?” My Dad nodded and I snagged it off the shelf.
I lie awake yet remained paralyzed. Sitting alone sandwiched between two cotton sheets I stare into the midnight abyss of my ceiling. From the corner of my room stands a single illuminated tv silently playing episodes of Grey's Anatomy. Breaking this moment of tension, I reach for my phone to see what time it is . Pressing the power button revealed my worst fear: it was 2 o’clock in the morning.
He said Bill Harper’s coming up tomorrow and I thought maybe I’d go out with him. He said Bill Harper doesn’t know very much about fishing and I do so I think if you don’t mind I’ll get up early in the morning and meet Harper and he
That was alright because there was tons of ponds and creeks for me to go fishing at. Fishing was something I did when I was board and didn’t have anything to do. At my school fishing was a popular thing that was talked about so I didn’t stand out when I talked about fishing. Fishing is something that I grew up with and it was what most of my family enjoyed doing. My grandpa made different types of baits, and would show me how to build them.
Antwone Fisher Memoir Essay Finding Fish is a story of a young, unloved boy growing up and overcoming all obstacles and hardships in order to become an amazing man. Antwone Quenton Fisher was born on August 3, 1959, in Cleveland, Ohio. He was born in a prison to Eva Mae Fisher and Eddie Elkins, who was killed before he was born. As a result of this, Antwone grew up in the foster system and he was placed in the unloving home of his foster parents, Mrs. Isabella Pickett and Reverend Ulysses Pickett.
So Sean my dad was sad and was a single dad. We played games together and had fun. Dad thought how much he loved Billy was his most favorite thing in the whole world. But they still got along very well. Sean loved billy and played games with him.
“We are going to Miami and meeting up with your sister and dad” she said. Her hazel eyes filled with happiness and joy because we would be a family again. I had been apart from my sister for a year and my father for 6 months. I missed them very much but I didn’t want to leave.
Fishing I have always loved fishing since the first time I was on the water, It is a fun sport that I think everyone should try. Fishing is amazing in so many ways sometimes the coolest thing about fishing is having that awesome fight and experiencing the action of feeling the fish tug down on the line as you trying to get it up into the boat. I hope to take fishing to the next level and go to college to be on the fishing league. There is a lot of different things about fishing like the kinds a bait like top water bait you can bottom fish which is usually the best technique for catfish. There are a couple key things you need to know when you are fishing One is that you need to be good at setting the hook, you will start to feel some tug then when the fish attacks you bait you want to yank up and set the hook catfish are usually the easiest because they attack it very hard.
When he got back we both fished for another hour and we were gonna call it a day. Every time we caught a fish it smelt really bad because the fish sometimes just flat out had a disgusting smell. After an hour we caught a lot more pretty fish with black stripes down them and so we were gonna call it a day because it was like 5:00 in the afternoon. So we packed up and gathered all of our stuff and we looked at our phone’s