After I managed to get in I fished around for a light switch and found they didn't work.
I fished around in the kitchen for matches.
I fished his cell number out of my pocket and dialed.
He fished his keys out of her pocket and hurried her towards the parking lot.
And Dusty fished you out?
He was mostly dead when we fished him out of the bay.
She found her purse, fished them out and threw them to him.
Going down on one knee, he fished in his shirt pocket and came out with a diamond engagement ring.
"Fished in the mail box," Fred offered, to Dean's dismay.
You want the John Doe they fished out of the bay, huh?
He fished around until he found his copy of the bicycle magazine he'd seen at the Byrne home.
Dean fished for pocket change but Fred waved him off.
He didn't hunt – that I know of, but we fished sometimes at the pond.
He fished around in the remains of Darian and yanked free something that glimmered silver in the early morning light.
Brandon shoved a hand between the cushions and fished out the cell.
She fished the cell out of her purse and frowned.
By their cowardice, incapacity, fished, egotism and treachery during the crisis of the struggle, the Danish aristocracy had justly forfeited the respect of every other class of the community, and emerged from the war hopelessly discredited.
The largest and most productive of all the banks are situated on the Arabian side of the Gulf and are fished annually; the banks of the Persian coast are poor as well as small and are fished at infrequent intervals.
If purer and stronger soda-ash is wanted, the boiling down must be carried out in pans fired from below, and the crystals of monohydrated sodium carbonate " fished " out as they are formed, but this is mostly done after submitting the liquor to the purifying operations which we shall now describe.
He was essentially a rustic god,"a wood-spirit conceived in the form of a goat," living in woods and caves, and traversing the tops of the mountains; he protected and gave fertility to flocks; he hunted and fished; and sported and danced with the mountain nymphs.
At night there was never a traveller passed my house, or knocked at my door, more than if I were the first or last man; unless it were in the spring, when at long intervals some came from the village to fish for pouts--they plainly fished much more in the Walden Pond of their own natures, and baited their hooks with darkness--but they soon retreated, usually with light baskets, and left "the world to darkness and to me," and the black kernel of the night was never profaned by any human neighborhood.
I have actually fished from the same kind of necessity that the first fishers did.