Sand in between my toes, tide washing up just against my feet, and with a coconut in my hand are only a few of the many memories I have of Miami, Florida. Being around the water, being able to fish and feel the ocean breeze every day was a blessing. Perhaps I might be a beach bum at heart, but there is nothing that can compare to the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. During the peak of my teenage years I resided in Miami, where I made countless of real good friends and met an abundant number of the most beautiful women in the world. It was the point in my life where I was selfish, young and immature to put the least. I was going out every night, not necessarily to get into trouble, but mostly to explore everything the city had to offer. With that …show more content…
Fishing was a regular thing we all did together and something that turned into a hobby for the bunch, now that I think of it. One summer night, after a long day of playing soccer, we get to my house exhausted and ready to sleep our lives away. However, my friend Ramon, trying to be Mr. Spontaneous comes up with the idea to go fishing down by the Key’s. Key West is about two hours from Miami or from my home at least. So it is not like a drive down the street to where we typically go fishing but Ramon had everyone intrigued. Dragging to get up from the couch, 8 o’clock PM, we decided to pack a few things and head out to the Key’s. On this two-hour drive, we stop to get 3 giant water cooler’s, 20 dozen live shrimp(for bait), a lot of energy drinks. Whenever we arrive, we embark on this random bridge that has the most beautiful view of the ocean surround by trees so no man or car could even be close to spotting us. We each have our own fishing poles, set our live shrimp on the hook, crack open a Red Bull and reach the point of relaxation. Fishing is all about patience and patience was the key that night. We stayed up all night long and still going
I have been to Florida a billion times, but there are only two places that I normally visit. Sanibel Island and Destin. Traveling to Sanibel Island is almost like a tradition for my family because every year we try to go down there. My grandparents first went to Sanibel with my whole family (cousins and all) about 15 years ago and ever since then, it has been our family’s main “vacation spot”. I have gone to Sanibel almost every year, but last year I also went to Destin. Now the main reason we decided to go there as well is because we wanted to travel somewhere nearby the panhandle of Florida. The water and beaches are also very contrasting in comparison to Sanibel. Sanibel’s beaches even had heaps of sea shells going out into the water. The sand is also more dense than that of Destin. Even Sanibel’s water is darker and more cloudy, so it was crazy to see Destin’s water so clear! The beach (which is called Emerald Cove, where I stayed at) had sand that was so white and soft it
On our 10-day 'vacay' we decided to stop for a several night stay-over at a quaint town which is halfway along the Florida Keys. It's called Marathon, and I. credit it to the famous and wondrous Seven Mile Bridge. It should get billed as one of the 7 Wonders In Our Manmade World, and you'll see beautiful. watery scenes on both sides, yet in different colors of blues and greens! Serenely breath-taking as the bridge goes from miles of flat driving over shallow.
Open water fishing is pretty much self-explanatory but open water fishing is what most people do because it doesn’t need a lot of equipment. Open water fishing is usually done between late or early spring depending on
The day my grandparents told me they wanted to go to the Florida Keys and asked if I would like to join. So of course I wanted to go. Oh and when they told me i could bring a friend along i was jumping with happiness inside. They told me we would be going for a couple weeks and they had all expenses covered. So that day I started talking to Jamie and asking her when she would be back, because at that time she was in Florida visiting family.
I run non-stop until we approach our destination. I slow down once I spot our vehicle. I can see the sky turning light blue on the east, the sun must be getting ready to rise. As we get near my 97' Royal Blue Blazer, I get my keys out of my pocket to unlock the car, and once inside the vehicle I turn it on and sit patiently waiting for the engine to warm up. While we wait, Jorge pulls out a blunt and a lighter to light it- I don’t puff so I don’t partake. Out of respect for me, Jorge cracks his window to blow out his smoke. I turn the radio on and change the station to some modern tunes. After a few minutes of waiting, I shift my car into drive and steer off. As I navigate home, I think to myself what a lucky night with my homie, I then remind myself not to forget to add another blessing to my
I´ve never been on a cruise out in the middle to the damp,dark,blue sea before.This was so exciting.
There are many reasons the ocean is my favorite place to be. These range from the atmosphere and people at the ocean to the scenery experienced while there. It is a time for me to be free from all the hassles in my life and to "get away from it all," even if it is only for a week. The ocean should be enjoyed for what it is. Loud noise and all the hustle and bustle of boardwalks should not exploit it. At the ocean I can feel at home and at peace because it is my favorite place to be.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
brought along from the pantry, and we go to bed at 9 p.m. every night,
Every once in a while, I would give it a tug by raising the tip of my fishing pole to entice an ambitious and hungry bass. After a heavy rain the waters of the lake are murky so I would reach into my tackle box and pull out my all-time favorite lure. The Jitterbug, without a doubt, is the number one top water fishing lure of all time. The dark and shadowy water would imitate darkness to a hungry bass so the Jitterbug, which normally is fished at night is the perfect choice. On a slow and steady retrieve of the lure, its concave lip creates a "plop-plop" sound while its body has a side to side action that bass can’t resist.
Those who prefer artificial bait may have a tackle box filled with many different options to enable them to catch whatever is swimming in the waters. While there are many advantages to this approach, beginning anglers might prefer something simpler. Earthworms dug up from one's own backyard can be extremely effective, not to mention very affordable, for an afternoon of angling. Even kids should be able to successfully put a worm on a hook before casting the line into a lake. Other Equipment
My family and I have always enjoyed fishing. My brother, Justin is even majoring in aquaculture. So the fact that this happen during a relaxing afternoon with my family came as an unwanted shock. The exact moment I’'m talking about happened on a father's day trip to the Chesapeake Bay when I was thirteen. My dad, my brothers, C.J, and Justin, and I all sailed from Old Saybrook on our thirty six foot Hatteras boat.
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea
Everyone has a favorite day, my favorite day happens to be at the end of the week. Monday to Saturday I work to what seem to be never ending shifts and go to school. Working all day just go to school at night. The week consist of hard work and hours of studying. When Sunday comes along all of that changes. Sundays are my favorite day of the week. Early in the morning I wake up cold, feeling my partners warm body across the bed. I snuggle up to him for warmth. The movement of my body awakens him. He smiles, he has such a wonderful smile that seems to be brighter then the sun to me. Just like any normal teenage boy would do early in the morning he falls back to sleep. I lay snuggled up to him, hearing every breath he takes, feeling every time his chest rises. I lay on the side of him, smiling ear to ear thinking of how lucky I am to be able to have a relationship like this with someone.