College Essay About Fishing

Fishing is a worldwide sport that is loved by millions of people and is the heart of many towns and communities around the world. It is one of only a few outdoor activities that are open year long and one can go whenever he or she pleases. Fishing takes skill, patience and a lot of luck. Some people are known for their luck of fishing and others are known for their skill. Over time, people get known for what they are good at, and what they are bad at, this applies to fishing too. Everyone thinks of himself as ‘that’ guy, no matter what, there is always a way to classify every fisherman, from die hards, know it alls, bad luck, good luck, the snag master or the rage monster.
Everyone's goal is to catch the biggest fish, but some people want
From personal experiences I have been apart of both sides. I once set my rod down on the dock to bait another hook, as I was looking away I heard a splash in the water. Excitingly thinking it was a fish I turned around to see my rod sinking into the current. I quickly grabbed another rod and casted in the direction of the rod, I felt the tug and started to reel in the rod. When I got it near the boat I grabbed the fallen rod and and reeled in the fish. That was lucky. Every fisherman has their luck, the luckiest are the ones who get blessed from the beginning. My great friend Michael Petron was chosen to be a lucky winner of the beginner luck. He went to Lake of the Woods for the first time and reeled in a beast 32 inch walleye. Many people know someone with beginner's luck, but everybody knows somebody with bad luck. Bad luck has been with fishing ever since man knew how to fish, and it always seems to happen at the worst time. I was musky fishing with my brother when a big nusky smashed his bait. He set the hook perfectly into the fish. Once he started reeling, the reel gave loose and fell off. He threw the reel down and tried to hand reel in the fish in, but the fish went under the boat and cut the line! He lost the fish and his $20 lure, that's bad
Snag.” When they scream fish, nobody really pays attention to them because that fish that they have on turns into a boot by the time it gets to the side of the boat. Half of the conversations with these types of fisherman consist of “Can you get me closer to that log?” or “ It must be a monster! It’s not moving!” My younger cousin, Christopher, has reeled in more sticks, weeds and miscellaneous things in one day then the average man would in a week, he strongly earned the nickname “Mr.Snag” over that family reunion