As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

The earth turns, and the seasons, and for all his pride and power man cannot temper the winds or change their course. They are the unseen tides that shape our days and our years.

If you ever wondered why fishing is probably the most popular sport in this country, watch that boy beside on the water and you will learn. If you are really perceptive you will. For he already knows that fishing is only one part fish.

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

Strip the hills, drain the boglands, and you create flood conditions inevitably. Yet that is what we have been doing for years.

All man has to do is cooperate with the big forces, the sun, the rain, the growing urge. Seeds sprout, stems grow, leaves spread in the sunlight. Man plants, weeds, cultivates and harvests. It sounds simple, and it is simple, with the simplicity of great truths.