Florida This year my family went to Florida. It was our first family trip, and my only trip that I actually got to go on a plane! My grandpa was over at our house and he was giving my mom some flowers to put out on our patio, and I was in my room. When my mom and grandpa started a conversation about Florida.
We went to many beaches. I thought the Pacific Ocean was going to be so special but it was just like the Atlantic Ocean back at home. The water was cold and there were stingrays everywhere! It was still worth going to the beaches and having a good time with my family and making many memories that will last a lifetime.
Then we threw it back. We sent my mom a picture. Then we kept on fishing. When we were done fishing I drove back to the boat dock and my dad went and got the truck and I loaded the boat. We went to the fish cleaning station and started to clean the fish that we had caught.
I tied a hook onto the end of my line and placed a worm on the hook I was so excited. I casted my line out until the pole slipped out of my hands into the lake. I got so mad, so I rushed up to the cabin and told my dad that the pole flew out of my hands. “Well,” he said with a grin on his face. “You have to go fetch it out of the lake.”
The water was clearer than ever as my lure passed the bed. I gave it a second before my line got tight. Suddenly there was a jerk to my pole as I set the hook and in that instant was when I opened the doors to my new passion in bass fishing. It never came apparent to me that I could enjoy and love to learn fishing. As a kid, fishing has never been an interest to me, but rather a fear of touching the slimy fish.
There is one far distant memory that I can never seem to get out of my head. When I was much younger, maybe 8 or 9, my family and I went to the Hawaiian islands on vacation. As everybody else that visits the islands, we of course went to the beach. I had no idea at the time that I would have such an intense experience that would change me for the rest of my life. It all starts on a perfect Hawaiian day, everything was exactly what you would expect out of a hot vacation spot.
We stayed there until the spring of fifth grade. Know I live in my still incomplete house on Glen Dr. Looking back to my childhood (well I still am a child), some good memories are with my mother in the spring sitting on our porch drinking coffee. Yes, I have drank coffee since I could sing, because my mom made us sing for a sip of coffee. We would also watch the storms come in on our porch because my mom has always loved storms and it is something that I enjoy with her.
After a while of driving the boat looking for a spot to fish, we found a spot. The spot was perfect , and we were fishing in fifteen feet of water on a weed edge. Then, we put our rigs down. We were using Lindy rigs with a leech and started fishing. Then, my grandpa's drag started screaming -- he had a fish!
at the beginning of the second world war. This took place on December 7,1941, or from the words of President Roosevelt it was “the day of infamy”. We enjoyed learning a lot about the history of the event, and seeing where it took place. My lovely wife was so impressed at the beauty of the island, that she told me she would like to move to Hawaii. She would love to own a home with many plants such as the Plumeria, a bush that gives the place a very perfumed environment.
About 3 or 4 years ago my two cousins and I went deep sea fishing with are dads. We went so far off the coast of Florida you couldn’t see land at all. When we got back ( I was the only one who caught a shark he was a small Hammerhead) from the fishing trip we went back to our condo. Since then I have never caught a shark.
It was cold; the kind of cold that when you took a deep breath, it hurt your lungs, and the wind would come roaring off the lake like thunder, it always seemed as if summer was a thousand years away, and the sunshine that warmed us as we swam in the very same lake in July would have to be drilled open with an Auger, or a smartly placed shotgun gun blast through six or more inches of ice to even try to let the fish know you have a wonderful squishy worm and he should come get it, and you know this because the chickens have provided the best, stinky, warm, wet, and messy mud pile that even in winter never freezes or loses its ammonia like odor, Dad says it’s the best dirt, I say the worms are huge because that’s all I care about, a great big old jiggly wet sticky worm and time fishing with dad. I still fish as much as a responsible, employed, family man can. So I had waited a long time for the little ones to be of an age where seven hours on a plane and a few more hours of driving, would not cause a complete breakdown of family unity. besides sleeping on the couch is never fun except when you go to the
In the summer of 2012, was when I was leaving for Virginia. A lot had happened in the previous months before this moment. Things such as my mom getting a new car, getting a new dog, my mom having a heart attack, and so on. Over everything that was happening, the biggest thing was moving across country from Arizona. Although, the hardest part for me was leaving my dad behind.
It was a fantastic experience that you would not experience fishing in California. The fish are tough to pull in when you’re only 8, you just reel it in and fight as hard as you can to try and keep hold of the pole. Then when you finally win the battle and have the fish in the boat the feeling is amazing, you are surprised you accomplished it and anxious to eat it later in the day. Later that year, I asked my grandpa to take me fishing for my birthday, and we had an amazing time. The fish were biting so much that my dad and grandpa had a hard time keeping all the lines in the water.
fun playing beach volleyball and surfing on our boogie boards. Sadly, there was a storm coming, but the good part was that we were getting homemade spaghetti for dinner. The following day we we are heading our way to see NASA. On the way there we saw a huge cruise ship, it was pretty cool. When we got to NASA, they recently changed things and now on no visitors are allowed inside the museum only people who are in the military now can go.