There is such a thing as a national conscience, and it can be touched.

Often I have been exhausted on trout streams, uncomfortable, wet, cold, briar scarred, sunburned, mosquito bitten, but never, with a fly rod in my hand have I been less than in a place that was less than beautiful.

It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians, entertainers, and criminals.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

I think the feature reporter often walks a very thin line between a truly human story and one that slops over into mushiness or sentimentality.

What I learned on the road. Above all else - to love my native land.

Just by luck, I picked good heroes to worship.