It was a cold crisp morning, the sun climbed the tree tops and showed it’s beautiful colors. The water shimmered and shined just like a glass mirror sitting in the hot summer sun. The birds chirped out songs, every note was perfect and in tune. The water bugs danced on the water, they almost looked like figure skaters as they twisted and made sharp turns. An eagle flew by searching for food as her young chicks cried, they were hungry. The loon called for her mate to come help her catch some fish, as her young loon swam close behind her for protection. We sat in the boat gazing at all of the wildlife and beautiful rays of the sun as it rose above the treetops.’’ I know it will be a good day on the lake’’ grandpa said.
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I wiped off my hands and put on extra pair of gloves in the glove cabinet on the boat, the sensation of heat poured into my hands, it felt so good! We had to go back to our cabin because it was lunch time. It the best fishing trip I had ever had with my grandfather. The day of the Mann Lake Adventure was a family record. As a result “we hauled in 8 northerns this morning”. I will remember the last northern I caught the most because I had a ton of pain in my back from the constant pressure of the 29 inch northern. Since we were done fishing we went back to the cabin and my mom and my grandma had prepared grilled chicken salads for lunch. The smell of freshly grilled chicken made my mouth water. Every bite was a tasty sensation. A morning out on the lake fishing can bring on a mighty hunger. The next day we had to pack up and head back home. As we drove out of the driveway of the cabin, I was sad because we had to leave the place I have loved since I was a little boy. As the sun sets I dreamed of returning to Mann Lake for another adventure with my
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The deep green pool of the Salinas River was still in the late afternoon. Already the sun had left the valley to go climbing up the slopes of the Gabilan Mountains, and the hilltops were rosy in the sun. But by the pool among the mottled sycamores, a pleasant shade had fallen. A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shallows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically.
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
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!
I check my phone, aghast to see that it is already nine. I wolf down a thickly buttered bagel and in no time we are on the water. Uncle Vinney is the captain of the boat and an avid fisherman. “Look at the size of this one,” is his classic line as he opens his phone and slides though the pictures of recent fish that he’s caught. “Ka-plunk”.
Ever since I acquired my first bysicle at the age of six, I was certain that biking would forever be my favorite pastime. I felt like I could go on my bike for an eternity and never become fatigued. If I were to ever get lost, my supreme navigational skills would place me back on the right track, or so I thought. My belief was soon to be challenged Fresh out of my junior year of high school, summer was in full swing. Only having my phone and a bottle of water, I hit the streets.
I will never forget that encounter the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and trees. The views were like swimming into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain "Lake Winaukee" sign on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to shock and, mesmerize me. Those colors! Sails on the horizon covered the lake; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying wildlife creating a dance of rhythm. Beautiful, preserved life synchronizing every movement with the camp sight creating one living entity.
“I’ll get the paddleboard on the rocks,” I called up to Mason. He was already halfway up the stone stairs that led up the hill. I leaped up onto the first stair, and bounded up the hill, jumping two stairs with every stride. I was overjoyed to be in Northern Michigan on Long Lake, the largest of the twenty inland lakes in Long Lake Township. My hockey teammate, Mason, had invited me up to his amazing lake house.
The lights on the christmas tree shone different colors across the faces of the children as they roasted marshmallows in the fireplace. Half empty hot chocolates sat beside them. How the Grinch Stole Christmas played over the television set, not quite drowned out by the children's laughter and discussions of what presents they would be getting the next morning. The man, in this moment, couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful his wife was. The way her nose crinkled up, when she laughed with the children, the way she snuggled closer to him while watching the movie.
Gentle sea breeze tickled my face as I watched wisps of white fluff drifted across a crystal clear blue sky. The rhythmic sound of the wave; the screeching of the sea birds was so familiar and hypnotic at the same time. However, my children’s pearls of laughter turned all the other sounds into background
The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb.
Then I yelled “Let’s just go up to where we started out at.” 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.
Today I woke up pretty early for a summer day, around 7am. I walked downstairs and asked my dad if we could go fishing today. He said yes and suggested that we get ready to leave. I got my fishing pole, fishing net, and my extra fishing pole string. While I was getting my stuff my dad called his friend Jimmy and asked if he wanted to come as well.
Birds were chirping; flowers swaying in the wind. Warm rays of light hit my face; I stirred awake rubbing the dust out of my eyes. We packed our stuff for the final event of this holiday at the theme park. Everything seemed fine. I got onto the rollercoaster with my family to have some extreme fun.