“ZOINK!” One of my cousins pulled up a fish. I was on the shore with my fishing pole, and so were my cousins. We were at a campground with my dad’s side of the family.
We had started a tradition 1 year ago that we came to this campground every year. This year, we were doing a fishing contest. There were 4 awards: Biggest fish, smallest fish, most fish, and 1 other. I was going to try to catch the biggest fish, and not give up.
I cast my line out into the lake. I stared at the bobber, not taking my eye off of it.
“ZIP!” The bobber went under the water. I jerked the pole up and started reeling the fish in as quickly as I could.
“SPLASH!” The little fish I had caught popped out of the water like a cork. I took the fish off the hook and I brought it up for my grandpa to measure. …show more content…
I had started to walk down to the lake with the fish in a bucket when my little sister asked me if she could let my fish go.
“Sure,” I replied, and gave her the bucket.
We both walked to the shore. When we got there, she dumped the fish out. The fish swam frantically towards the weeds when 2 HUGE bass shot out and both lunged for the fish. One got there first and swallowed the fish whole. It swam slowly back to the weeds with the fish’s tail hanging out of its mouth. Then, I got an idea. I was going to use little fish as bait to catch the biggest fish.
After I caught another fish, I let it swim around the shore for a little bit. It swam closer and closer to the weeds, and then disappeared into them.
“YANK!” The pole bent down. I knew at once that I had a big fish. I yanked on the pole and reeled at the same time. But all of a sudden, the tension on the line was gone. I reeled in, and found that the little fish was still there, but not the big
At first, the little fish steals the tiny hat from the big fish when he is sleeping. Since it fits him so nicely, he wants to keep it. In fact, he says, “And even if he does wake up, he probably won’t notice that it’s gone” (Klassen, 2012). Just to be safe, the little fish decides to tell the reader where he is going to hide. On his way, someone sees him but luckily, the crab told the fish he would not tell anyone which way he went.
Nick was amazed by the water that flowed underneath the bridge. It had been a long time since he had seen the rapid moving water and the fish. The fish he seen are known as trout. Although the day was hot and his emotions were running rampant, these things made Nick very happy and brought a sense of peace to him. He didn’t stop there though.
Bass. The boy loves to fish, it’s his favorite activity to do in his free time. He is holding on to the fish because of how big it is, and how important it is to catch. The boy is so focused on this fish that he is ignoring Sheila. He is more focused on catching the fish, than listening to what Sheila has to say.
It made a buzzing sound in which the narrator dismissed it as being bats. Also, the author was foreshadowing when he moved the rod. The narrator was then was embarrassed when the canoe went backwards. The fish was pulling the canoe backwards because it was huge and strong. Then Sheila asked him why they were going backwards.
There are 3 ways a fish can get caught in the net. The first way is the fish swims in to the net not able to swim backwards. They keep swimming forward getting the net stuck witch in now around the gills of the fish. The next is around the body or the fishes gills. The fish is a little smaller than the hools letting theme swim right through but the middle the fish get stuck.
Bradbury’s Second Story It came on large, jagged toothed, yet deadly finned. It swam just below the water prowling for some fresh meat. Each fin was extended, a long extension to push water away like Moses parting the red sea. Each tooth was sharp and jagged, with rows and rows of teeth it could have been a shredder. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two fins pushed water out of the way, which might push schools of fish feet away.
In the ocean there were snapper fish racing in a tournament. “It 's the final stretch in the Snappy Snappers League. So far in front was Jeffery and not far behind was Jerry Morentini. Jeffery and Jerry both have their eyes on the checkered flag. It 's the final turn to the finish line.
What seemed to be the biggest bass in the river, snagged on the line. There is no way the boy could let Sheila know of this. The rest of the night, the narrator maneuvers the boat perfectly and somehow manages to keep the fish on the line, without Sheila having any knowledge. They finally reach their destination and the boy is faced with a crippling decision. The boy has to either cut the line, letting the fish go, or risk having Sheila lose all interest in him by reeling in the fish.
Although the old man suffers in pain and exhaustion due to the great size of the fish, the overwhelming sun, and his injured hands, he does not quit but keeps persisting. He does not let go of the fish. He maintained his strong desire to conquer the
In the center of the darkness, Fish swam in random patterns and became a sad, hopeless entity curled into his plight.” (218). The mother did her normal routine of cleaning the bowel. One day she just stopped to admire Fish, she saw that fish was injured but still looked healthy. “Along his sides, he had the usual scars of an abused fish, a wound or two, a missing scale, a new, smaller growth of some kind down near his anal fin.
Notably, fishing is not measured by the number of fish caught, but rather the challenge and satisfaction that comes with it. If you have had a busy week at the office or in your home, fishing can help clear your mind. Also, if you are tired of your habitual action or monotony, consider fishing to refresh your memory.
After we boarded the boat, I took a three-hour nap, and woke up as the boat had made its first stop. The fishing started fast and we had reeled in snapper in record time. Some of the lucky passengers also caught grouper, which are bigger and better tasting. Near the end, when we were almost done, I caught a small Kingfish, it was an amazing experience for me. When we had returned to land, we were all smelly, sore, and tired, but all of us were happy about our experience.
I pulled back and had the fish hooked. I knew it had to be a big fish because it was hard to reel in. After about 25 or 30 minutes the fish was almost at the doc. Then I started to pull it out of the water and that’s when I realized it was a shark. The shark was about two feet long and weighed 45 pounds.