“Dad check out this lure!” I shouted as I ran towards a big, glittery spoon in the isle of Gander Mountain. The large golden spoon sat on the shelf waiting for a kid like me to come along and fall in love with it. This particular spoon was meant for pike fishing, a bait that twirled around in the water, flashing and catching the attention of a pike.
In two weeks my Dad, my brother Zach, and I were heading to Canada to go fishing in a remote cabin on an island. The lake was called Lake Wabatongushi, a 22 mile long lake in the middle of Ontario, Canada. We had scheduled this trip months in advance and were just now shopping to get all the lures, rods, and gear we needed.
“Can I buy it Dad?” My Dad nodded and I snagged it off the shelf.
I was
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I was kind of irritated by the way he yelled at me and I chose to simply ignore him. I again whipped my spoon out there as hard as I possibly could towards the shore. I watched the spoon float towards the shore but realized it wasn’t dropping towards the water. Instead, it continued to go towards shore. I freaked out, thinking to myself, Did my line break, and did I just lose my favorite spoon?
The spoon didn’t stop until it was long gone into the forest. My favorite spoon was gone on the 2nd cast. I looked back to meet the eyes of my dad, and got the look of “Way to go...” He didn’t say anything, rather he started to fish himself. He knew I had learned my lesson about casting spoons.
After that experience I will never cast a spoon that aggressive again. A $10 spoon was donated to the forest of Canada, and it was at my expense. From now on, I will always know how to properly cast a spoon, and most of all I learned to listen to people who know what they are talking about while trying to help you out. My ignorance taught me the hard way and I learned to listen to people who are trying to help me out that
Pro bass fisherman Kevin Vandam was in 11th place with 40 lbs 4 oz the winner Brent Ehrler was in first with 60 lbs 5 oz. Kevin was facing grit right about now, So with 20 mins in the tournament left Kevin remained calm brought out his favorite rod and lure and hit a rocky bank with a crank bait. Kevin remains calm, doesn 't let the doubt get to him and buckles down and is ready to hit it hard because Kevin was on a good winning streak that he didn 't want to lose. first cast, lays a 6 lbs 6 oz large mouth moves him up to 7th with 47lbs he quickly removes the fish and whips his Black Mamba crank bait back out there, and as soon as the lure hit the water he sets the hook, this is unreal he brings in a 7lb 3oz largemouth. that moves him up
Matthew Null develops trout as a motif in his story “Telemetry;” the motif functions to show the theme of the abuse of locals in West Virginia, and it sheds light on the protagonist’s internal struggle to leaving her home. Kathryn and a team of researchers, named Gary and Michael, study the West Virginia state fish of native brook trout in an effort to determine facts about their unusual movement. This essay will focus on how trout function to show the abuse of locals by outsider companies, the movement that Kathryn desires, and the behavior of locals and outsiders. These different functions of trout add up to a general commentary on life in West Virginia. The results of Kathryn’s studies on native brook trout comment on the differences between lives of locals and outsiders by considering their movement.
He practices casts constantly, testing the reel’s drag and never going anywhere without his fishing pole. Fishing is more than a casual interest; it is a lifelong passion. Another reason the protagonist may pick the bass is shown through his vast amount of knowledge involving
W.D. Wetherell, the narrator in and author of the short story, “The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant,” is a very passionate person; throughout the story he clearly expresses his passion for fishing, as in it he goes out fishing all the time, and it is obvious it means a lot to him, because as he explains, “I never went anywhere that summer without a fishing rod. When I wasn’t swimming laps... I was back in our driveway practicing casts...when I wasn’t doing any of those... I was fishing the river for bass.” (37).
First, fishing is his favorite pass time. The whole summer, if he wasn’t watching Sheila, he was fishing. When he gets ready for their date, he puts his fishing supplies in the boat without even thinking about it. He also took a lot of time to learn about fish, like he
One reason is because fishing is his passion. He has spent a significant time improving his fishing skills. As he says in his story, “When I wasn’t swimming laps to impress Sheila, I was back in our driveway practicing casts...” He has also been fishing all summer and goes nowhere without his fishing rod. We see this when he unconsciously attaches his fishing rod to his canoe before going to pick up Sheila Mant.
In the short story, “The Bass, The River, and Sheila Mant.”, the narrator changes his fate, unfortunately it is not the fate he thinks. He goes on a date with his crush next door, taking her on a boat ride down a river. While on the river Sheila tells him about how much she hates fishing, while it’s the narrator's favorite hobby. A fish suddenly hooks on to his fishing pole line in the water and he wants to try to reel it in but he is afraid of what Sheila will think.
There were four-foot waves, and it started pouring. We decided to go in for lunch. We went to the red roof inn, but when we got there they were closed, so we went to a different restaurant, it was delicious. When we were finished with lunch, we drove out of the bay and back to the place where we were fishing. When we got there we realized we were low on leeches, so we went back to the launch and got some more leaches from the small bait store.
and I will go fishing.” (Trumbo 29) This shows the reader how uncomfortable and nerve racking it was for the son to ask his father these questions, which helps in better understanding the
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.
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.
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. After an hour we caught a lot more pretty fish with black stripes down them and so we were gonna call it a day because it was like 5:00 in the afternoon. So we packed up and gathered all of our stuff and we looked at our phone’s
For my imitation essay I chose "Once More to the Lake" by E.B. White. It seemed almost surreal when I first read the essay, in fact it wasn’t until the second or perhaps third time that I really believed it. I also grew up with a cabin by the lake in Maine only about 181.2 miles north of where E.B. White spent his summers and it belonged to my Aunt Jeannette. To say this story seems like something that I experienced is weird, because too much similarity exists between Mr. whites story and mine.
What Are The Benefits of Fishing For Your Health? 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.