Personal Narrative: The Sport Of Fishing

More than once I've had to dive for cover in the green, slimy muck of a pond. I doubt I would have ever picked up the sport of fishing if I knew it required dodging golf balls, but this is the type of fishing I love.

While I don't remember the first time I went fishing, I've seen pictures of my dad and me dangling a line of the pier, standing in mountain streams and side by side in the surf. Nevertheless, I cannot actually remember fishing. However, I do remember many years ago when I was invited to go with a friend and his dad on their boat, unfortunately, a late night storm blew in and much to my dismay, the trip was canceled. I was devastated. My parents could not understand why this upset me so much and recommended we reschedule. I, on the other hand ,wondered if I would ever get the opportunity again. Not long after, my parents bought a boat of their own for us to use in the river near our home. I was ecstatic to fish off a boat for the very first time, really enjoying the trip, however, little did I realize how much more there was to fishing until a few years later when a friend asked me to go freshwater fishing. …show more content…
I found out that we were fishing for largemouth bass in a pond located in the middle of a golf course hole. We fished for a few hours, catching nothing. I still had a really great time. A few days later we tried again, of course, nothing biting. This trend of fishless trips continued for a few weeks, but one day we were fishing at a pond near my neighborhood entrance and I did it, I caught my first bass, although it was small, it seemed humongous to me. I pulled it out of the water and willed myself to put my hand in its mouth to hold it. I then proceed to do what is now my ritual every time I catch a fish. I take a picture holding it and then gently place it back in the water and watch it swim