The Waters are Nature's storehouse in which she locks up her wonders.

If all the theories were correct, there wouldn't be a fish left in all of our lakes and rivers and streams.

Doubtless God Could Have Made A Better Berry, But Doubtless God Never Did

Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]

Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.

You will find angling to be like the virtue of humanity, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of blessing attending upon it.

O, sir, doubt not that Angling is an art; is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly?