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

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.

There is no subsititue for fishing sense, and if a man doesn't have it, verily, he may cast like an angel and still use his creel largely to transport sandwiches and beer

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

Fishing is such great fun, I have often felt, that it really ought to be done in bed

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

One of the first rules in fishing is that there are few rules in fishing that resourceful trout do not manage to break.