Compare And Contrast Essay About Fishing

Hunting and fishing have been a part of the past and present of America and all around the world for as far back as the world dates. As far back as we can date, people have always hunted and fished. Back then they needed to because people need food to survive. Now hunting and fishing are starting to become sports. You may think that hunting and fishing can harm the environment, but there are many positive things about them. Hunting and fishing can have some positive effects and negative effects on the environment and economy, so if you don’t really agree with hunting and fishing maybe these facts will change your mind.

He started out in a shallower spot with a bunch of lily pads. First he threw a topwater frog. He caught three or four largemouth bass but only one was worth keeping. John decided that he might have better luck in the deeper water so he tied on a crankbait. He went out a little deeper and found a good spot. He fished there for about an hour but only caught two. Neither one was a keeper. He made up his mind to stay a little long and ended up catching a decent six pounder. But after about twenty minutes he changed spots again. He found a nice looking spot that had some grass. From years of experience John knew that bass like staying close to grass because there is usually food in the grass. So he tied on a jig that had a crawfish trailer on it. He casted a few times and caught one but wasn't having much luck.

Ever since my passion began in the 7th grade, the amazing people I have come across, stories I have heard, and memories I have made fishing are innumerable. A few of the many guys I have met fishing have become valuable mentors to me, which of whom I have bonded with and become closer to. I have shared lots of experiences by spending time and traveling with these men, shaping me as a person. As humans, we learn so much from one another, and through fishing I have learned not only many old traditions and modern fishing methods, but life skills that I use in my day-to-day

The time I got a 23 in 5 1/2 lb Largemouth Bass in Florida was awesome. When the Bass first struck my frog lure it jumped into the air and splashed down into the water. It fought very hard and tangled the line around the lily pad stems. All I could hear was my line being pulled out by the fish. I yelled at all my family to get outside. When they got out I was struggling to to get the fish out of the weeds. I eventually worked it out of the weeds and into clear water. My grandma was yelling because of how big it was. My dad got in the water and lifted it out. We filled a tote with water and put it in. It barely fit! I named it “Tank” because of how hard it hit my lure. We kept it in the tote until we found someone that could make a replica

Throughout the day we enjoyed catching countless fish with our petite, freshwater lures, yet the surrounding fishermen never modified their methods of fishing so they also could experience the same enjoyment. They patiently waited while a rod, as thick as a broomstick and as long as a car, sat in front of them, bobbing with the current. Somewhere out in the ocean was their rig, a huge, crippled baitfish swimming around in little circles, struggling, just calling for some hungry beast to engulf it. Those fishermen never caught much, but when they did it was always a monstrosity, twenty pounds or more. Word had it that just a week earlier a man had even caught a one

I thought it was just seaweed but it had a little more weight to it. It wasn’t seaweed. My grandpa told me to reel. About 5 seconds later I caught my first fish. This was huge. I’ve been waiting months to finally go out fishing with my grandpa on his boat and catch a fish. “No big deal, I thought.” My grandpa then took out his camera so my mom could have a picture. He taught me how to grab the fish in a way so the backfin didn't cut me. I was going to try to grab the fish but I couldn't. It looked to slimey, and I didn't want the backfin to cut me. When he took the picture I was holding the string of the pole a good length away from my body so the fish wouldn't attack me with its killer fin. My grandpa didn't mind that I was afraid of an 8-inch bluegill, he was just happy that I caught my first fish. I was happy too, my patience paid

I caught 3 crappies 1 bass 9 sunfish. The bass I caught was big and nice but we could not keep it because it was not the time to keep bass so I was a little mad. But the good thing I caught was the 3 crappies and 9 sunfish and we caught a butt load of fish. When me and my brother

Fishing has been a pastime of mine since I was around five years old. My first fishing pole was a red Shakespeare Slingshot from Walmart. I caught my first fish on the Duck River, a bluegill. Fishing became one of my favorite pastimes and obsessions. My dad and I started going fishing at the Duck River in Columbia, Tennessee on the weekends. We would mainly catch catfish, carp, bluegill and sometimes perch. My grandfather and uncle taught me different ways to catch and handle fish properly, and how to appreciate the beauty of fishing and the scenic Duck River.

The next lure he decided to use was a minnow lure. He tried and tried and eventually he felt a fish tug on the line.

After that I kept thinking to myself that nothing will go right this day. After we had lunch we went back to the river and at that point I was so aggravated. I did not want to fish anymore. I kept catching these little fish and that was getting really annoying. Cherokee is supposed to be one of the best places to fish in North Carolina. They only stock fish fifteen inches or more in these rivers. Somehow I just kept catching these little fish. It was about 3:30 or so when all of a sudden I hooked into a massive fish. Right when I set the hook it came out. Most fish will not bite again if that happens so honestly at that point I wanted to be done. For some odd reason something told me I should throw there again. Right at the same spot it hit again. This time I made sure to not let it get off. I never knew this would be the biggest fish I have ever caught. Also never knew it would be a six minute fight. This fish was huge compared to any other fish I have ever caught. I finally got it in the net and I knew after this terrible day still something good could happen. It was the biggest rainbow trout I have ever laid my hands on. I learned a life lesson that

It is still a concern that the pole breaks and it gets away, the line gets caught in a snag, the fish breaks it or anything else that could happen. There is no doubt though that it is mine right now my heart is going a hundred miles an hour. This fish is by far the largest that I’ve ever caught, it is all that I can do to hold on too it. The pole is clenched between my hands there is no way that it will be let go I don’t even try to reel just hold on. It feels like the fight has gone on for an hour my arms are getting tired and the fish shoots straight up out of the water. It thrashes violently trying to shake the hook this fish is fighting with all its got and so am I.

65 degrees outside, with slight wind, and rain surely on the way, I casted my line off of my grandparents dock waiting for something to bite. Three days had passed by and I still had nothing to show for. I was getting slightly discouraged, after all it is pretty tough to keep a four year old boy entertained by sitting on a bench for hours. I wanted to go inside and give up, but Grandpa told me to stick with it. The rain started to come, but he and I sat in our fishing hats with jackets to keep us warm. I remember he said that good things happen to those who wait, and I listened to him. Not even 5 casts later, I felt a tug on my line and saw my bobber start flopping all around. Quickly reeling in my line, I could start to see the fish come up

The pet store owner caught the smallest one and put him into a plastic bag. Me and my brother Dillon were very excited because it was our very fish. We took him home and put him in the new fish tank that we bought. Dillon and I were in such awe of the fish that we sat for hours just staring at the fish swim around.

I have always had a strong passion for fishing. Last summer I would often wake up at the crack of dawn to go fishing. The thrill of catching a big fish is very exciting and will put you in a good mood for the rest of the day. On the other hand, waking up early in the morning and coming back empty handed will ruin your day. Fishing will also tire someone out very quickly. Fishing requires you to be constantly moving your arms back and forth, causing aches and pains for the following days. But like I said earlier, It is all worth it when you catch that fish of a lifetime. My whole experience of fishing changed on the morning of March 20, 2016. We were catching so many fish that morning that it was unbelievable. I then felt a tug on my line that was different than anything I had felt before. I set the hook on the monster fish and realized I was in for a fight. After a minute or so of

After putting up with that I went fishing with my Dad and for the first 3 days we didn’t catch one thing but we never lost hope so we kept giving another shot and my Dad caught a 10 lb. Largemouth Bass which was the first time I’ve ever seen a Largemouth