Dances with trout by John Gierach. Simon and Shuster, 1994 Autobiographical novel
This book is a very simple set up. IT is all about mainly fishing and some hunting. John Gierach is the main character and he tells the reader about his voyages all around fishing streams and woods. John goes to places like Alaska for ice fishing and places like Colorado for fly-fishing. He usually voyages with a couple of friends but not all the time. He has a passion for hunting and fishing. The setting is always a beautiful outdoor setting. John loves the outdoors and loves to observe it. He is faced with a task of getting a state record in Colorado for the biggest rainbow trout.
"I find myself reaching for Gierach when i can't get to the river" -Tom Mcguane the book jacket reads
John Gierach uses thick description of the setting to engage the reader and allow the reader to feel what he is feeling. The book is all about setting. The setting is described each chapter because each chapter is a new adventure or a new topic. He seems to write the same as Charlie Moore except less enthusiasm in his writing. He is not faced with many conflicts throughout the book except catching a record fish. He does not complete his task but has a great time trying.
"For a couple of days there i was even hesitent to criticize people, tending to say either nice things or nothing at all, as in "Oh, i don't think he's incompitent,he's probably just in the wrong line of work" It wore off eventually, but for a week or so I was actually acting like a gentlemen. (65)
Personally i Loved the book. I love fishing therefore anything to do with fishing i will most likely like. It was not so exciting which disappointed me but it had a lot of tips and techniques throughout the book which helped me a good amount for when i fly fish. The book made me cheerful when i was already cheerful. Fishing is such a happy topic. When i came across the few hunting chapters i just read those quickly not paying attention to what was going on but when fishing came up i read it carefully over and over again making sure i knew what was going on.It was a very well written book and i loved it. THE END
Monday, December 14, 2009
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First Quarter Outside Reading Book Review
The MAD Fisherman by Charlie Moore. St. Martins Press, 2008 Genre: Autobiography
Charlie Moore is twenty four years old living in Beverly Massachusetts with his girlfriend at her parents’ house. Life is just not going to well for him. He attempts to make a living off of opening a tackle store. He does part of this but not all of it. He opens it but despite his immense effort it is a pushover. At times he felt like dying would be better. But he stuck with life. While being bored at his store he would watch fishing shows on television since there was nothing better to do. He would watch and watch these shows over and over again. They were so boring he kept thinking. And that’s where it all started.
“A good old success story related with charm and humor.” BOOKLIST states about this fantastic book.
Charlie Moore explains his life and scenarios throughout the whole book. It explains how horrible and bad his life was towards the beginning. But as life progressed day by day and how the book progresses page by page it could not better. He stuck with what he wanted and eventually, but not easily got there.
He writes very uniquely. Like no other writer that I’ve ever read a book from. He made the book so there would be different emotions in different parts. You would feel bad for him in the beginning like nothing could be worse. But as it goes on you feel happy like his life could not get any better.
“Oh, this is a nice . . ., I began, then paused for a few seconds, looking for some new way to refer to it, just to liven things up a little. Hmm.Yeah. This is a nice. . . Larry... Yeah Larry, the Largemouth.” (66).
I love Charlie’s shows. That’s why I was so interested in the book. And trust me Mr. Moore does a great job of keeping you “hooked” after reading the first page or two.
It’s descriptive but like no other. It’s not boring but exact opposite it’s fun and enjoyable to read. He’s not phony either, that’s his actual personality which makes me enjoy it more. I also felt there was a great lesson to be learned from the book and I got a lot out of it. Anyone who has ever had troublesome times and got through them should read this because they can relate very well to him.
The MAD Fisherman by Charlie Moore. St. Martins Press, 2008 Genre: Autobiography
Charlie Moore is twenty four years old living in Beverly Massachusetts with his girlfriend at her parents’ house. Life is just not going to well for him. He attempts to make a living off of opening a tackle store. He does part of this but not all of it. He opens it but despite his immense effort it is a pushover. At times he felt like dying would be better. But he stuck with life. While being bored at his store he would watch fishing shows on television since there was nothing better to do. He would watch and watch these shows over and over again. They were so boring he kept thinking. And that’s where it all started.
“A good old success story related with charm and humor.” BOOKLIST states about this fantastic book.
Charlie Moore explains his life and scenarios throughout the whole book. It explains how horrible and bad his life was towards the beginning. But as life progressed day by day and how the book progresses page by page it could not better. He stuck with what he wanted and eventually, but not easily got there.
He writes very uniquely. Like no other writer that I’ve ever read a book from. He made the book so there would be different emotions in different parts. You would feel bad for him in the beginning like nothing could be worse. But as it goes on you feel happy like his life could not get any better.
“Oh, this is a nice . . ., I began, then paused for a few seconds, looking for some new way to refer to it, just to liven things up a little. Hmm.Yeah. This is a nice. . . Larry... Yeah Larry, the Largemouth.” (66).
I love Charlie’s shows. That’s why I was so interested in the book. And trust me Mr. Moore does a great job of keeping you “hooked” after reading the first page or two.
It’s descriptive but like no other. It’s not boring but exact opposite it’s fun and enjoyable to read. He’s not phony either, that’s his actual personality which makes me enjoy it more. I also felt there was a great lesson to be learned from the book and I got a lot out of it. Anyone who has ever had troublesome times and got through them should read this because they can relate very well to him.
proving someone wrong with my fishing rod
Take a minute to think about how greedy our world is today. It's all about money now a days. Please think about things you take for granted in life that is just so enjoyable, unforgettable, and “priceless”. The choices should be endless. There are so many things every one of us on the planet has that would be remembered for a lifetime or that is expensive and makes you enjoy your life now. Think about what life would be like without these things. Think about it really hard. Life would basically suck without all these things right? Now I will introduce to you two things I value in life, one “priced” and one “priceless”.
I open my bail, swing back, and throw it out. There it goes sinking to the bottom. My shiny new Rapala slash bait reflects off the bright blinding sun. This is the life, if I could do this all day everyday I would. I begin reeling in slow and steady, hearing the clicking of the bearings. Then I give it a little twitch here and there. Nothing, so I repeat the process. Here fishy fishy, I think in my head. But the sound of the reel is too loud. I give another twitch and BAM!
Here’s where my light action rod comes into play. I pull up as hard as I can almost falling over making sure this one does not get away. My shimano reel letting out line like there’s no tomorrow. I keep my rod tip up allowing no slack for the fish to capitalize on. When then, it gets tired and this is my chance. I reel in as fast as I can but still keeping the right technique. I got it, but wait now I have to land it. I reach in; grab the pickerel on its stomach being ever so careful that its razor sharp teeth do not bite me. I admire it for a couple seconds, take a picture or two and then
Off it goes to swim another day.
We argue and argue back and fourth. He thinks he’s right and I think I’m right. But we will not find out until I do my part. I’m always up for a challenge. Any challenge, you name it and I’ll do it. So my friend thinks he’s got me beat. Doesn't think I will do anything. He didn’t think I could punch five holes in a piece of thin wood in less than one minute. So what do I do, accept the challenge. There’s no money involved. No gift. I’ll be getting a gift by the end of it though.
I clench my fist. Get ready and there goes the beep for me to start. Whack! I give the board a hard straight punch. Nothing… Oh god I though, what did I get myself into. But I wasn’t going to lose. No not this time. I punched and punched again until finally one out of five. But only thirty seconds to go. Shabam! There goes another. The third is history. The fourth is history and finally just one more. With five seconds left and bloody fists ready for more I went back and with my last ounce of energy crack. I win. The look on his face is why I went all out. Why I kept going. That was my gift. What I wanted all along. And I did get it.
I value both my fishing rod and proving someone wrong for different but similar reasons. They both give me a sense of victory or accomplishment. It makes me want to keep going. Never give up. It just makes me happy, makes me excited. And once I do it once I want to do it again and just never stop. Maybe prove people wrong in different ways and maybe keep upgrading my already expensive fishing rod. The possibilities are endless.
I open my bail, swing back, and throw it out. There it goes sinking to the bottom. My shiny new Rapala slash bait reflects off the bright blinding sun. This is the life, if I could do this all day everyday I would. I begin reeling in slow and steady, hearing the clicking of the bearings. Then I give it a little twitch here and there. Nothing, so I repeat the process. Here fishy fishy, I think in my head. But the sound of the reel is too loud. I give another twitch and BAM!
Here’s where my light action rod comes into play. I pull up as hard as I can almost falling over making sure this one does not get away. My shimano reel letting out line like there’s no tomorrow. I keep my rod tip up allowing no slack for the fish to capitalize on. When then, it gets tired and this is my chance. I reel in as fast as I can but still keeping the right technique. I got it, but wait now I have to land it. I reach in; grab the pickerel on its stomach being ever so careful that its razor sharp teeth do not bite me. I admire it for a couple seconds, take a picture or two and then
Off it goes to swim another day.
We argue and argue back and fourth. He thinks he’s right and I think I’m right. But we will not find out until I do my part. I’m always up for a challenge. Any challenge, you name it and I’ll do it. So my friend thinks he’s got me beat. Doesn't think I will do anything. He didn’t think I could punch five holes in a piece of thin wood in less than one minute. So what do I do, accept the challenge. There’s no money involved. No gift. I’ll be getting a gift by the end of it though.
I clench my fist. Get ready and there goes the beep for me to start. Whack! I give the board a hard straight punch. Nothing… Oh god I though, what did I get myself into. But I wasn’t going to lose. No not this time. I punched and punched again until finally one out of five. But only thirty seconds to go. Shabam! There goes another. The third is history. The fourth is history and finally just one more. With five seconds left and bloody fists ready for more I went back and with my last ounce of energy crack. I win. The look on his face is why I went all out. Why I kept going. That was my gift. What I wanted all along. And I did get it.
I value both my fishing rod and proving someone wrong for different but similar reasons. They both give me a sense of victory or accomplishment. It makes me want to keep going. Never give up. It just makes me happy, makes me excited. And once I do it once I want to do it again and just never stop. Maybe prove people wrong in different ways and maybe keep upgrading my already expensive fishing rod. The possibilities are endless.
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Big Clash
The Big Clash
We have Arnold, also know as Junior from the Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian and Alfred from the contender. It all started on a dark cloudy night on the basketball court. Alfred and Arnold were both at the court just practicing their ball skills. They decided to challenge each other to a one on one match. They were both very cocky and thought they were better than the other. At first, the game was clean and fair but as it progressed the game began to become more intense and pushy.
“Go home and learn how to play before we have another game, because next time we have a game and you keep pushing like you were someone is going to get hurt and it’s not going to be me!” screamed Alfred from across the street.
“Whatever.” Arnold blatantly replied
. Alfred was new on the reservation and only got along with a few people, and so far Arnold was not one of those few people. Alfred was a tough kid and nobody in the whole reservation would mess with him. He’s so tough that, since moving to the reservation (with no gym) he punches the trees for training. Arnold remembered what Alfred said after their game and he went to bed with that though in his head.
The next day, Arnold decided to start training for his rematch with Alfred. He’s been observing Alfred’s training techniques. So to start off training Arnold decided to start punching a tree… that did not work out and he broke three of his fingers. Arnold began to get discouraged and felt like giving up. But then he thought of how bad he wanted to beat Alfred. With his hands off limits Arnold began a routine of one thousand crunches a night. Alfred weighed one hundred and fifty pounds and Arnold weighed one hundred and seventy five pounds but Alfred is pure muscle.
They both were jogging around the reservation one day and met up Arnold stopped Albert and said “Hey tough guy you up for a rematch soon?”
“Ha you think you can beat me? Well how about you get one of your friends, well if you have friends, and I get one of my friends and then we play tomorrow at six o’clock sharp?” Alfred said with confidence.
“Okay it’s a deal.” said Arnold timidly.
They shook hands and went off. Arnold was very nervous and he picked his cousins friend Jack, who also lived on the res. to play with him. Alfred on the other hand was not going to pick a partner. Alfred had a different plan than a basketball scrimmage, but he wanted some competition not just Arnold. They both kept training for three days, and then the day came. Jack and Arnold were at the court early practicing. Then Alfred showed up with his hands wrapped up.
“What’s wrong, did you break your hands or something?” Arnold said.
“Not quite.” replied Alfred.
“Them what’s the deal?” asked Arnold
Alfred didn’t come to play basketball he came to fight. And CRACK Arnold got punched in the jaw. Although Alfred thought that a partner Arnold picked was going to be more competition, this did not work out and Jack just ran away to get the cops. Alfred just kept punching and punching at Arnold. When finally Arnold stopped moving, Alfred had knocked him unconscious. The cops had come while Alfred began to run away, but they caught him. Arnold ended up in the hospital with serious injuries and Alfred ended up stuck with community service for one year.
The End
We have Arnold, also know as Junior from the Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian and Alfred from the contender. It all started on a dark cloudy night on the basketball court. Alfred and Arnold were both at the court just practicing their ball skills. They decided to challenge each other to a one on one match. They were both very cocky and thought they were better than the other. At first, the game was clean and fair but as it progressed the game began to become more intense and pushy.
“Go home and learn how to play before we have another game, because next time we have a game and you keep pushing like you were someone is going to get hurt and it’s not going to be me!” screamed Alfred from across the street.
“Whatever.” Arnold blatantly replied
. Alfred was new on the reservation and only got along with a few people, and so far Arnold was not one of those few people. Alfred was a tough kid and nobody in the whole reservation would mess with him. He’s so tough that, since moving to the reservation (with no gym) he punches the trees for training. Arnold remembered what Alfred said after their game and he went to bed with that though in his head.
The next day, Arnold decided to start training for his rematch with Alfred. He’s been observing Alfred’s training techniques. So to start off training Arnold decided to start punching a tree… that did not work out and he broke three of his fingers. Arnold began to get discouraged and felt like giving up. But then he thought of how bad he wanted to beat Alfred. With his hands off limits Arnold began a routine of one thousand crunches a night. Alfred weighed one hundred and fifty pounds and Arnold weighed one hundred and seventy five pounds but Alfred is pure muscle.
They both were jogging around the reservation one day and met up Arnold stopped Albert and said “Hey tough guy you up for a rematch soon?”
“Ha you think you can beat me? Well how about you get one of your friends, well if you have friends, and I get one of my friends and then we play tomorrow at six o’clock sharp?” Alfred said with confidence.
“Okay it’s a deal.” said Arnold timidly.
They shook hands and went off. Arnold was very nervous and he picked his cousins friend Jack, who also lived on the res. to play with him. Alfred on the other hand was not going to pick a partner. Alfred had a different plan than a basketball scrimmage, but he wanted some competition not just Arnold. They both kept training for three days, and then the day came. Jack and Arnold were at the court early practicing. Then Alfred showed up with his hands wrapped up.
“What’s wrong, did you break your hands or something?” Arnold said.
“Not quite.” replied Alfred.
“Them what’s the deal?” asked Arnold
Alfred didn’t come to play basketball he came to fight. And CRACK Arnold got punched in the jaw. Although Alfred thought that a partner Arnold picked was going to be more competition, this did not work out and Jack just ran away to get the cops. Alfred just kept punching and punching at Arnold. When finally Arnold stopped moving, Alfred had knocked him unconscious. The cops had come while Alfred began to run away, but they caught him. Arnold ended up in the hospital with serious injuries and Alfred ended up stuck with community service for one year.
The End
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