Personal Narrative Essay: Mille Lacs Lake

It was a cool day in the Poconos Mountains, we had made a reservation to go white water rafting. The next morning we had to wake up extra early to eat breakfast so we weren’t late for our trip. When my parents said, “were going white water rafting” I thought we were going straight down to the river , but of course it wasn’t.

When swiftly the door the door opens with ease I run to the bell hoping that the fish had still been hooked.Letting out some line just so I could set the hook into the top or walls of his mouth, which I smoothly did...and I was hooked, hooked up to a huge fish I was hoping for Any ways, I have never hook a fish with the energy like this one. It was pulling me and my rod down into the whole. The rod surprisingly help up to the power of the fish. By the time I brought it to the hole it had been over ten minutes of pulling and jerking the with that fish to bring it to the hole that my brother had drilled twenty minutes before I had brought it there. Once the fish got close enough to the hole my Grandpa had grabbed it by the the outer skin of the gills to get it out of the eight inch hole which the fish barely fit threw

The water was a little choppy so it would be difficult to ride it was around 11 am and the water was still a little cold and made me shiver. I was waiting in the water for a few minutes while they were getting the wake rope attached to the boat. They throw me the rope and now I start to wakeboard.

It was a windy Saturday evening, and the sun was close to setting. My family and I had been on Galveston Island for about 20 minutes. When we made it to the hotel, we told that is would be another 45 minutes until our room was ready. Because of this we took a walk on a pier that was across the street. The pier extended out over the water and ended with a spot for fishing. An hour later, we decided to go to the beach.

I, Tyler J. Corstange, was born May 4th, 2004, at Bronson Hospital in Kalamazoo, Michigan. I’m 11 years old and I go to Gull Lake Middle School. I have two sisters Maddie and Grace, one brother Owen, and a dog named Buddy. My dad’s name is Jeff and my mom’s name is Laura. We love to play sports, argue with each other and we don’t like to wear shoes. I have had many important adventures in my life that includes sports, fishing and hobbies.

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.” I was astonished, my own dad told me I have to fetch a pole in a lake that is infested with fish. I almost went to the restroom right there on the spot. The day grew on and I was on the dock pacing back and forth asking myself if I should go in or not. At 12:30 my dad and my family were about to leave for lunch when I dove into the infested water and pulled out my pole from the depths of the

Four years ago we went to Disney World just my family and me, we had so much fun that we decided we would go again in four years. We started planning the next trip almost immediately; we were all so excited to go back. It was not going to be just us this time; my aunt and uncle’s family would be coming with us this time. I remember waiting those four years, and they felt like forever. When it finally came time to start packing (three days in advance) we made sure to prepare for what we did not last time. We had been there before so we knew what we should bring. We packed a bunch of snacks and a bunch of waters. Everything there is so expensive so we tried to cut down on buying extra food. The meal plan that we had gotten with our trip was prepaid

Everything past the bait shop is just nature and occasional farms. I really enjoy the outdoor nature feeling especially during the summer. I always look out the window at all the different trees and wildlife. When we get close my dad begins to drive very slowly due to the giant ditches in the dirt “road”. 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. I walked to our trunk, open it up, and release that we didn’t buy any chicken liver. I told him that we forgot to buy some and he told me that he is having Jimmy bring some out. We use the chicken liver as bait for the catfish. I brought all of the fishing stuff down near the water to get ready to fish. My dad grabs our two fishing chairs and our drinks. We start fishing and get nothing but little bluegill for

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.

Will screamed “Let’s go up to the bridge and see what it’s like.” So I went back up to camp where we started out at and Will went to check out the bridge to see what it was like. He would be back in an hour so I went and fished for an hour. Since it was raining I caught a couple of big fish in the river. 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.

Trout Fishing in America it started out many generations ago as a way to survive and to put food on the table. It was also a ay to barter for goods and products that you did not have. In todays sociaty Trout fishing in america has now become a favorite pastime, a way to relax, to spend time on the great outdoors, and yes, sometimes as a way to bring fresh trout to your family table.

The second day was even more fun! When we woke up we were so ready to get on the boat and do it again. We ate breakfast and went straight to the boat. When our friends told us about the lake they told us that the lake had huge cliffs. My sister and I had been dying to go cliff jumping. As we rode down the 68 mile long lake looking for some cliffs to jump off we enjoyed looking at the beautiful scenery. The water was so clear you could even see your toes when you looked down. Once we found the cliffs, we didn 't realize how high they would be. I think my sister and I were both a little nervous.

One of the best days of my life was when we went deer hunting in South Dakota with my dad, brother, uncle and two cousins, but before I tell you about my trip let me tell you how it started. We left early in the morning to head to South Dakota where my cousin Jacob, who had just got a job as Game warden in Custer State Park, was taking us deer hunting. We got as far as Fargo, North Dakota when my cousin Keith asked my dad where our license were. Then to our surprise we forgot them back at home. We were lucky enough to have my two aunts and mom bring us the license because they were going to Fargo that day anyways for a girls shopping day. They just had to leave a little earlier. So we just waited in a parking lot until they

Many people around the world love fishing, but only as a hobby. It is a simple activity that is not only beneficial, but it is also entertaining. Most people love fishing despite being named a lazy people’s hobby.

It all started on a summer day, I went to nags head beach with my family. We got a big beach house with my whole family and a few friends. This was about 4 years but it feels like it was just the other day. We went at the very end of the summer. It was still nice and warm outside.