This 750 word personal narrative essay is about a memorable bass fishing trip to Lake Okeechobee, Florida with my idol, Scott Martin. We say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an Original Essay By this point, during the summer, we had been all over Florida and even the Gulf. We had fun, that's just how we like to do things. This year has been a great year for bass fishing, the greatest sport known to man. Not just for the TV anglers and these older guys, but also a great year for me, my partner and Whitwell. Here's some background. I always watched FLW and MLF when they debuted on TV. Among the best FLW anglers in America, my idol, Scott Martin, is an award winner. Forrest Wood Cup champion, Potomac tour event winner, and most importantly, following in his father's footsteps as a legendary angler. Every fisherman has a lake story that excites him (no pun intended). His was on the local lake, Lake Okeechobee. Lake Okeechobee is known for producing some monster bass. Luckily, I could fish there both as a personal thing to do on vacation, and as a tour led by the guy who knows these waters best: Scott Martin himself. The day was shaping up to be one I will long remember. July 7, 2018. We finally arrived and unloaded the boat after meeting Scott Martin. He is one of the nicest people I have ever met. I could see why people have so much respect for this man in the fishing community. The next thing I took note of was the lake itself. This place is gigantic. This is not Big Creek Reservoir, this is the second largest lake in the southeastern United States. You can't even see the other side of this place. There was all sorts of structure you could fish from. You could punch through mats and grass, roll straight from the bank, or even dive into deeper water with a nice Crankbait. This was truly every fisherman's dream. Anyone can be skeptical about a fishing tour. If you've ever been on a cheaper saltwater charter, sometimes they'll put you in a place where there's barely any decent fish. I had faith in Scott Martin, plus this was not a salt water tour. We were fishing for largemouth bass, one of the most competitive and ferocious fish found in freshwater. It definitely put us in a good place. The conditions were perfect: slowly warming day, early morning and almost no clouds. The sky was almost clear. At the first launch I felt fascinated by something that wasn't tiny. It was at least three pounds. What I was throwing was key, but the weather also played a big role in that. Next cast, another bass. It seemed I had discovered something, which reminded me of Edwin Evers' streak later that summer on the MLF Bass Pro Tour. These didn't compare to my best, at least for now. This streak lasted for a while. This is where the fun begins, I thought to myself. I felt a huge tug on my line and through the rod itself. I went back and fixed the hook hard. The fish ran with it, turning to drag it. My heart was pounding. Dragging clicked. I was hauling this thing up fast enough that I barely had time to glimpse the bass before it got to the boat. If this fish wasn't my personal best, it had to be pretty close to it. The fish's dorsal fin was gigantic, as was the back of the fish. He was a giant. Instead of risking the barrel,.