After all these years, I still feel like a boy when I'm on a stream
There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.
The difference between hunting and fishing is that hunters seek their prey while fishermen try to become prey; they do their best to make their lures look attractive and vulnerable so that fish will attack them.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
Fishing in rainy conditions may make fisherman seem crazy to the great mass of unimaginative people, but then few fishermen care what they think
There is a lot of amiable fantasy written about trout fishing, but the truth is that few men know much if anything about the habits of trout and little more about the manner of taking them.
Most fisherman, including this one, cling to their pet stupidities as they would to a battered briar or an old jacket; and their dogged persistence in wrong methods and general wrong-headedness finally wins the a sort of grudging admiration, if not many fish.
As President, I was able to save with the stroke of the pen a hundred million acres of wilderness area in Alaska. This is the kind of thing that is is gratifying to a President, but to be on a solitary stream with good friends, with a fly rod in your hand, and to have a successfull or even an unsuccessful day-they're all successful-is an even greater delight.
Feed a fish a cat a day
The fly angler who says they have never, ever fallen while wading , is either a pathogenic liar, or has never been fly-fishing.
I imagine that no art has ever been learned from books. fly-fishing is no exception.
Or whipping its rough surface for a trout.
The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.
There's magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.
I love fishing. It's transcendental meditation with a punchline.
Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which came and went on the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.
Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.
The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.
Fishes and tales And a fisherman's daughter Walks in the rain, She walks to the water To the sea.
To me, it's a great day every time I receive a letter from somebody who climbed inside one of my books, inhabited it for a while, learned a little something, and emerged grateful.
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