“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.
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!
We get to the perfect fishing spot and my dad forgot all of his fishing tackle so he has to use my stuff. As I am tying on my worm getting ready to cast out I accidentally poke my finger with the hook. On my very first cast I catch one, but it is not as big as I thought it was. After that first fish we probably fished for at least two more hours and I didn’t feel anything, so we went to a different spot. When we do I cast out and get hung in a tree.
At first, I followed the edge of our property line until I came to a little trail in the weeds that looked like it been made by a deer or another good-sized animal. It descended gently down the escarpment at first, but then I had to quicken my step as it became a little steeper, eventually taking me right down to the Genesee River. The river itself wasn’t as wide and as deep as I thought it would have been, and in spots it looked like you could cross without needing the aid of a bridge, the water perhaps coming up as high as my waist. But that was most likely because it was August and the heat wave we’d been experiencing had the area gripped in a drought. I had followed the river’s rocky shoreline for a little ways while listening
Mackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island. We rode about half a mile, when my cousin Andie said she had to go to the bathroom.
The lake was cold as glacier ice, a kind of cold that pierces right through your body. It was just us and the open water. There was no one in sight. I didn’t know whether it was beads of sweat or just droplets of water dribbling down my forehead. At that moment I have realized that in life, sometimes people can make poor decisions unintentionally.
Saturday morning. 7 AM. Standing outside in the crisp, cool air, I feel the woodland breeze brush against my skin, and I shudder at its piercing coldness. Obscured by a light haze of mist, my eyes struggle to make out the twisting curves of the DuPage River Trail as it snakes through the grassy terrain and off into the direction of the rising sun. With one hand tightly gripped around the saddle, I place my trusty 24-inch Sun unicycle directly in front of myself.
Hello! Yes I am doing well and had been travelling a lot recently. I am going to Big Bear Lake in CA this weekend with a couple friends. Time to ski! haha
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.”
We headed out and suddenly my body felt like it had turned to ICE it was so cold, of course my dad won since I was so cold! We then just stood in the water and watched my brother play on the sand and attempt to join us. He would run a little ways into the water then right back out, to where my mom who was sitting on the sand. My brother is 5 years old and very energetic and
When I was around ten years old, my brother and I went on a sailing trip with our grandfather. On the trip, we sailed along the southern coast of North America all the way to Florida. Every time we would stop I would grab my fishing rod and a bag of smelly decaying bait shrimp. When we arrived to Florida, we dropped anchor near Key West right by an amazing reef. I can still remember the vibrant colors of the coral in the crystal clear water.
It was an afternoon right after we had all finished doing our rotations. I was sitting in the top deck of the boat, alone. I decided to go up there because no one was up there and I kind of wanted some alone time. As I was up there, I saw all my classmates having fun. They were jumping off the bow of the boat and going swimming in the ocean.
There was something really strong at the end of the line and whatever it was did not want to be pulled to the surface. Thankfully, my grandpa had gotten his fish out of the water and so I had all of the room to get the fish into the boat. When I started to fight the fish, he had been close to the boat because by grandpa had been unknowingly reeling in both of our fish. A few minutes later, the fish reached the boat and everyone got to see the massive striped bass that I caught. The best part of the catch was that I did not have to do all of the work for a great fish and my grandpa had to reel in two fish and his own fish happened to be a trash fish.
I was so delighted that see that and wanted to catch my own. Then my brother's friend started to catch fish too and I was about to crack. I tried to keep myself calm and was saying to myself that I'm going to catch a fish. The clock was ticking, hours passing by and I wasn't catching anything.
I pulled back and had the fish hooked. I knew it had to be a big fish because it was hard to reel in. After about 25 or 30 minutes the fish was almost at the doc. Then I started to pull it out of the water and that’s when I realized it was a shark. The shark was about two feet long and weighed 45 pounds.
