During my addled career as a trout fisherman I have gone on a lot of wild-goose chases, and I ruefully expect to go on a lot more before I hang up my waders

Most fishermen swiftly learn that it's a pretty good rule never to show a favorite spot to any fisherman you wouldn't trust with your wife.

Spinning yarns is a protection against the nuttiness... the greed, the hate all around us.

The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.

To paraphrase a deceased patriot, I regret that I have only one life to give to my fly-fishing.

A writer judging his own work is like deceived husband - he is frequently the last person to appreciate the true state of affairs.

I fish because I love to . . . because I love the environs where trout are found . . . because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip . . . and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant––and not nearly so much fun.