A Montana Fishing Trip As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.” While we were getting closer to the river the birds got so loud and if there was mute button to mute the birds I would have the moment I saw that button because they sounded like there was a train coming through the river. So have you ever heard of a river well a
Soon, I will start my new life in Oregon. There, I said it. On Monday, my entire world, my family, will be leaving our home to find out what is really in the magical place called Oregon. Caroline, my wife, is skeptical of the 2000 mile journey. She doesn 't know if we should be risking it at all.
The minute I reached the lake I felt a sense of isolation as I realized that I would be stuck in this unappealing country. I climbed out of the car and explored the campsite. The shoreline was scattered with the occasional skeleton of a fish that was unlucky enough to be caught by
We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane. We were sightseeing in Arizona for a day or two, taking pictures and shopping around the local stores, looking for cool stuff to bring home for our families. The day after, we were supposed to take a van for a 12 hour trip to Puerto Penasco, to the Penasco del Sol Hotel. That
After my mom forced me to get my Eagle (the highest rank in scouting) I thought I was ready to retire the sash, but my mom had one more trick up her sleeve… I learned I was going to philmont about a month before school ended. For those who don't know, philmont is a “high adventure” boy scout camp, and when you go there you put all of your belongings on your back and hike a route that your crew created, occasionally stopping at various outposts. At first I was very reluctant to go, but then after talking to my friends and discussing how fun it could be I decided what the heck. Me and my 6 man crew, 10 if you count the parents, planned our hike and then went
My dad stops after each ditch and plans out how he is going to get around the next one without his car slipping into it. As he goes down this road we are bumping up and down constantly, especially when he hits a small ditch. That road ends right at our favorite fishing spot. It is called “The Backwaters of Crooked Creek” or at least that is all I know it as. When we get off that road my dad parks his car next to the woods and we both get out.
The summer of 2011 was coming to a close. The University of California Berkeley summer program had come to an end, and the thought of leaving my friends was upsetting. I had developed deep and meaningful relationships with people from all over the world and I was reluctant to leave. I had even met a girl, who my sixth grade brain thought was the love of my life. The thought of missing my friends was selfishly overpowering, and it drained the enthusiasm away from seeing my family for the first time in four weeks.
After dropping my daughter off at homecoming, I drove thirty minutes back to work and picked up my laptop to please my neighbor. After all this running around, I had forgotten about the plans my mother had made for us that night. Even though I tried my best to please everyone, I ended hurting the people who loved me the
With that tantrum I remember saying "this is really stupid why would anybody even want to fish, you don't catch anything. I was also saying let leave this is pointless and I never want to fish again I don't even catch anything." But unfortunately we had to stay there for the rest of the day and that felt like the longest day of my little kid life. I went that rest of the day with no fish or bite while seeing my brother and his friend catching all these fish. The day finally ended we packed our stuff and went back home.
After we were done there we went back to fishing and again he didn’t catch a fish neither did I but we had a fun time. While, I stayed the night with him and at exactly 1:41 PM we snuck out the house and snuck into a pond. We were fishing and then someone pulled up so I whistled and he ran towards me and I told him stay down, the guy shined his lights and seen us, we had to run all the way back home about 1 mile and a half. We lost the guy after about 50 yards he was an older guy maybe 62. Then we went back to his house and laughed for about 10 minutes about how we almost got