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

The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much.

I listened to a lot of stories when I was a kid. My mother told me stories, and I loved them.

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

Fly-fishing is a magic way to recapture the rapture of solitude without the pangs of loneliness.

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.

I look at trees, hunt mushrooms, and watch animals. Fishing is what gets me out into the woods so I can notice these things.