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.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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.
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