Deep Sea Fishing :: Personal Narrative Essays

Deep Sea Fishing         Wow  I love going deep sea tilting on our boat.  I was excited when mydad had asked me if I wanted to go this weekend.  We departed that Saturdaymorning after almost a week of miasmal anticipation, our destination, PortCanaveral, home of of approximately of the best fishing on the east coast of Florida.         The sea is a very dangerous place when riled by a storm, even a mild one,so we always made sure the day would be at least close to perfect before weventured out into the blue night of the open sea.  My dad and I had seen thedestruction careless boaters could get themselves into, and we did our best toavoid it.  That Saturday, though, looked as if it were a perfect offshorefishing day.  The sky was unsnarl as glass, with a couple straggling cirrusclouds, but nothing worth paying attention to, and above that, the fish weresupposedly hitting offshore.  All-in -all, the retentive awaited perfect fishing dayhad come, at least in our minds it had.         In the meantime, my dad backed the boat into the salty murky water as Igot the boat ready for our day long journey.  I set the navigation system to afavorite fishing spot of ours which was about cardinal miles out called thePelican Flats.  We headed out on the gently, quiet, rolling blue monsters backas our twenty-two foot vessel handled the one to two foot ocean swells withsheer ease.  Finally, after an hour long haul, and fifteen fishing minuteslater,  we ran into our initial sign of action.         Fish on starboard  screamed my younger brother.        Fish on stern, clutch em, bellowed by dad from the steering wheel.         Instinctly, my brother and I had quickly grabbed the poles as the linescreamed off and the tips bent almost to the wa ter.  Soon enough, both of us hadfish on, very large fish from the feel.  About half an hour of sweat and a goodworkout, we finally got the fish to give up their fight for life.  That was thefirst time we had ever encountered a double hook-up, which happens when twofish of a considerable size are hooked simultaneously, and it happened in lessthan fifteen minutes.  We cease up fishing for about four more hours and landedan incredible number of large fish, and we wanted more.  The three of usscanned the surface for more action, and comprise nothing of interest but whatlooked like a storm cloud moving towards us at an unknown velocity about